Rush the Bank

Like everywhere else in the country, banks are flooded with people. To make things worse is the fact that they don't use personal checks. Everything has to go through the banks. I don't have enough time to cultivate the patience needed to stand in line for at least an hour to get the service. I thought to wait outside before the bank is open would be a better idea.

People lining up outside the door we see here will soon rush to the front by some kind of invisible force inside them. Then it appears the door will be crashed open like what flood would do to a dam. I would be rushing in because I am rushed by all the flood force around me.

The first time I was in there, I heard somebody shouting, “Window 1-10 for personal banking…” I was second in line in front of the second window. Today, I thought I was lucky enough to get the third in front of the Window 9. I looked up, the sign above the window says, “Pension service.“ I turn around to check the line for the “personal banking,” I nearly fainted. It would place me at the end of at least 30 people. When rubbing a bank is too remote a reality. Rushing into it is nearly exciting.