Today I walked to work, still missing my bike. In every aspect of that word. I picked up the town car I was using today, since the goddamn state of California has all these rules for selling, registering, and insuring everything.
So I came in and did just a few things and left to grab Jeanne and take her to her interview. I dropped her off and went to the bank to cash my tax refund check. The bank was like a fortress. You walk in and turn right and there's a door there with a red and green light to the side of it. When it's green you enter the door, walk through a metal detector, and wait at the next door with a red and green light. Only one person at a time is allowed in that little area.
Then you walk in the line and there are all these work stations about. Just enough surface area to have a computer, keyboard, and a little writing room. There are about 10 of these spread out. The tellers have no cash in their stations. Once you are done with them, they give you a receipt with five digits on the bottom. You go to this cash dispensing area where you enter the numbers into a pin pad and the machine gives you the money.
This is the first bank in the area I've seen this at. It's right by Fox Hills Mall. That's where Tre works.
Watched the Other Sister last night. This movie's so awesome on so many levels, and that's not including the face that they're retarded. When Giovanni, Daniel McMahon is his character, gets drunk, he's walking his bike home drunk and parks his bike in the railing of some lady's yard and she yells, "Hey. Don't put that there!"
Daniel says, "Daniel McMahon's bike rack."
It's just too good.
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