Word of the Day:Â Brolly
- umbrella (slang)
I have a weekly run to the post office on Mondays; it’s always packed. Â What was so special about today’s trip was that there may have been a Senior Citizen’s Center meeting to have just let out ’round the corner. Â If you know me, you know I quite adore most elderly people. Â Well, in London, the older people are just that much more adorable to me. Â Most old men wear funny hats or cuss in pubs (or both). Â Little old ladies walk across streets wherever they want, taking as long as they want. Â They are decked out and working their trolleys. Â Oh yeah, trolleys. Â Almost every elderly person I see has a personal trolleyâ€“not to be confused with a shopping cart provided by a store for shopping within that store; these are little trolleys you use for carrying your own things around and for shopping where ever you go. Â It makes sense I guess, but it’s a sight to come across a gaggle of gossiping old women mucking about and blocking the whole sidewalk. Â I promise that I attempted to get a photo but they got suspicious and tried to trip me.
I don’t know why I bother to bring it up, but I stopped at the bank for some cash. Â I know I have been vague about our banking problems, mainly because I didn’t necessarily understand them. Â Finally I am able to put my finger on what wrong. Â I never got a debit card because I wasn’t “approved” for the premium card “awarded” to Drew; I can only have a card if Drew accepts the step-down card. Â This was finally explained to me after my fourth complaint (in branch, at 30 minutes minimum per visit) that my card had not yet arrived. Â Let me sum this trip up for you. Â I am still angry that I have to “apply” and be “approved” to access my own flipping money! Â Yes, I understand that I am not working and that it would be a risk to lend me credit. Â However, who do you think does the grocery shopping and runs the errands with Drew’s money?! Â My personal banker had the nerve to suggest that I should get my own bank account so that Drew could have his premium card and I could have the step down card, but that we would both be able to have a debit card in that scenario. Â I laughed. Â Really, I laughed loud, and I didn’t care. Â Why can’t I spend his money; if he didn’t want me to have access to it why would he have put my name on the account?! Â We live together. Â I cook for him (at least twice a day until I get a job, hee hee) and do his laundry. Â He owes me the money I spend. Â What Drew and I decide about our money is our business, right?!
So, back to cute little old people. Â I decided to take our clothes to the laundrette for a change, to see if it is worth the time and money to have clothes that have been through the dryer. Â I am always nervous in a new situation and this was no exception. Â I was almost paralyzed with anxiety before I somehow worked up the nerve to get out the suitcase and start packing. Â I filled three small trash bags with dirty clothes, whites, colors, and towels. Â I packed them in the suitcase with the soap and softener. Â Then I headed out to the laundrette. Â When I got there a very sweet looking man returned my big smile. Â He also returned my big smile after I had gone out for more change, and again as I sipped my coffee (that I bought to get change). Â As he packed up his personal trolley, he made sure to pause for one more big smile before he slipped out the door. Â And by “slipped”, I mean made a five minute ordeal about getting himself and his trolley turned the right direction and out the door. Â I love him. Â I didn’t have enough change, I went to get change, then I had the wrong change but didn’t realize it, then I loaded a machine that didn’t take the change I did have and had to move it all, then I had to use a machine that is meant to wash a comforter to wash our underwear because that machine took the combination of coins I had, then the dryer… Â wow. Â Dang Gina!
After the laundry was clean and put away, I went to meet Drew in Covent Garden so that he could pick out some new clothes to go with his new hair. Â The truth is that we only brought three suitcases with us and he needed some new clothes to wear! Â After all, he goes to work everyday. Â So, he deserves new clothesâ€“and a debit card.