At the bank the other day, I know can you believe I decided to actually go to one? Hadn't been to one in years...but I needed to go to the teller b/c I had lost my check/atm card and needed money.
Anyhow, Athena is asking ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY questions (those who have met her know that I am understating that number) about the transaction, who she is, what she is doing, what am I doing, what's the suburban next to us doing, etc. We begin to drive off (as Athena yells from her window..."Thank you, tube lady"!! and this conversation ensues...
ABA- is she staying there?
me-yes, she works there.
me-yeah, like daddy works.
ABA-daddy works in downtown, not here.
me-true, but, well, everyone works and has some sort of job.
ABA- is that her job? I'm the trash helper in class this week.
me- well, she works at the bank. She helps people like me get to their money. She sends it in the tube.
ABA- oh. i want to work.
me- you do? where do you want to work?
ABA- ummmm. Subway.
me- why do you want to work at subway?
ABA- so I can help people make choices.
me- choices? like what?
ABA- white or wheat? and what kind of cheese they want.
Shall I go and deposit the college fund back at the bank, I ask myself.