The secret life of bankers...or just the interesting people Reg watches when she has nothing better to do

I was going to just copy Summer and write a list disillusioning you to the secret lives of bankers because I'm not feeling very original.

I won't though. I think I signed a stack of papers that could fill a three inch binder agreeing that I wouldn't.

I can tell you that banking and I get along just dandy. Firstly, the hours (9-5) are perfect. I get to sleep in. Also, there is free coffee and cookies on Fridays. Let me repeat that: free coffee.

Thus, banking and I are in love.

I will, however, tell you more about the skirt lady, and the other interesting people I see daily.



Skirt lady: Today at 11, the infamous skirt lady strutted by the office, her red thong prevalent as a whale's tail above her ever-shrinking skirt. I have come to believe perhaps she is a prostitute...but I think she may be confused as to her hours.

Mikey: Mikey is the resident homeless man. He likes to shake his fist and cuss out cars. Once he stopped me as I left work and asked me if I was, "taking the elevator to Seattle today." I smiled and nodded as I walked away.

A trick to dealing with Mikey: if you smile and wave to him as he curses your vehicle, he will stop.

Hoodlum skateboarding kids: The skateboarding kids like to loiter by the neighboring pizza place. Occasionally we try to open the door as they skate by on the sidewalk.

Gansta guys: The gansta guys like to have altercations in the back ally. I wish that the window was like a T.V. and that I could turn up the volume, because I always wonder what they fight about.

I'm sure there are more to write about--like Captain America, the old man on the tricked out electric wheel-chair; or the ever on again-off again couple that accidentally left their child at the shopping center across the street, but I'll end my list here.

I would also like to mention that since I started work I have never seen so many arrests. It's like the show COPs but..real...

Your butterfly,

Reg