Yesterday I went to the Bank to do our weekly deposits. Paul is a chubby, sweet, Portuguese banker who has a crush on me. I know this because he works at the front, and no matter where I am in the bank he yells “I can help you here, I can help you here”!!! Even if I’m walking up to an available teller, he frenetically gets my attention. As I’ve now accepted that Paul and I have an intimate banking relationship, I just go to him first. Yesterday they had cookies out, and as I walked up I said, “Paul, I have to be honest, I love cookie day”. He laughed and said “well, we used to have it more often but it got out of control”. This was amusing to me.. how does cookie day get out of control??? I had to know! Apparently, the homeless people (not from Regent Park) would go in and eat a lot of cookies and drink a lot of coffee. Paul then spent 10 minutes telling me about how he treats all his customers equally, whether they have $1 or $1 million dollars, but that he has no use for users and losers. And it’s not that I don’t understand… but as he got more and more snarky, in an effort to impress me, I felt less and less impressed by him. Come on Paul, you didn’t buy the cookies.. I’m sure the Scotia Bank can afford a few bucks a week for coffee and cookies and maybe try and feel good that someone who has nothing, got one tiny reason to feel happy that day. In one moment it was Paul and Rina against the world – vendor relations gone right, happily ever after, and the next, Paul the homeless hater is off my list!
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