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	<title>Comments on: Long time, no see</title>
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		<title>by: rachel</title>
		<link>http://www.brycekujala.com/2006/12/13/long-time-no-see/#comment-331</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 14:14:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Tuesday I stopped by the bank to make a word deposit, which I've been doing a lot lately, and had to use the second lane instead of the commercial lane closest to the teller windows.  My usual teller gave me this look and we had a little conversation via gestures before he came on the intercom and complained that I'd just gone in that line to make it harder for him.  I demanded to know why he'd let someone else use my lane (there was a car there already), and he promised to put up a sign for me.  And the stupid little exchange made my day.  I find it generally irritating to have to go to the bank of often after work, but whenever I get there and one of my usual tellers gives me that smile of I-recognize-you, it's instant happy.

So, yay for your sushi lady!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tuesday I stopped by the bank to make a word deposit, which I&#8217;ve been doing a lot lately, and had to use the second lane instead of the commercial lane closest to the teller windows.  My usual teller gave me this look and we had a little conversation via gestures before he came on the intercom and complained that I&#8217;d just gone in that line to make it harder for him.  I demanded to know why he&#8217;d let someone else use my lane (there was a car there already), and he promised to put up a sign for me.  And the stupid little exchange made my day.  I find it generally irritating to have to go to the bank of often after work, but whenever I get there and one of my usual tellers gives me that smile of I-recognize-you, it&#8217;s instant happy.</p>
<p>So, yay for your sushi lady!
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