So I'm in the drive-thru lane at the bank and I'm behind this electrictians van and I'm waiting....and waiting ...and waiting....and nothing is happening....so I wait some more and some more.
I've been sitting there for over ten minutes and I'm starting to get edgy.
And then I notice the electrician is WAY more edgy then I could ever be. He starts screaming at the bank teller through the glass, frantically waving his arms around, swearing and throwing out threats left and right.
So I roll down my window to hear the whole thing. Here is how that went.
ELECTRICIAN: "I WANT YOUR NAME, THE MANAGERS NAME, I WANT EVERY FUCKING PERSON IN THE BANKS NAME!!"
BANK TELLER: "You'll have to come in sir."
ELECTRICIAN: "Don't tell me what to do douche...is that your name? Douche? How do you spell that, huh...douche? D-O-U-C-H-E? Are you a douche? I've benn a customer for years and you are a douche! D-O-U-C-H-E! That's you name, correct? Douche?
BANK TELLER: You'll have to come in sir."
ELECTRICIAN: DOUCHE! That's you name! I want everybodys name! YOURS IS DOUCHE! CORRECT? YOU ARE A DOUCHE!! Spell it! D-O-U-C-H-E!
ME: ::thinks to self...maybe I should smack electrician douche::
ME: ::does nothing::
ME: ::continues to listen to drama unfold::
ELECTRICIAN: "I'll get you fired MR., MR, MISTER DOUCHE!
ELECTRICIAN: ::speeds out of parking lot with tires spinning up smoke and dirt::
ME: ::drives up to window:: "How ya doin?"
BANK TELLER: ::smiles, shakes head::
And it was at that moment I noticed the bank tellers name badge: Saleme HaDouche
And I smiled.