It was one of those moments. I was standing in line at the bank, waiting for the next available teller, ready to get myself some cash to hit up a few garage sales. At the counter, I made my request and waited while the teller processed it.
"Any certain bills?" She asked, looking up at me.
Well, huh. That's rather personal, I thought. Now why would she need to know if this money is for bills?!
"Uh, excuse me?" I said hoping for some clarification.
"Would you like any certain bills?" she repeated as she opened the cash drawer.
And silently I went, Ohh. Yeah, bills. Those greenbacks I came in for? Yeah, them things. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant.