these are not my walls

It's always reassuring when you take your student loan document to the bank, and the 'specialist' you had to wait 20 minutes to see asks you what to do with it because he's never seen it before. Uh huh.

Coincidentally, the last time I had anything to do with this same bank was when I had Saskatchewan student loans, which had to be taken to this bank and this bank only. The 'specialist' I waited 45 minutes to see that time had to go check and see if they accepted Saskatchewan student loans. Because, you know, there are 10 whole provinces, and at the time this bank did have exclusive agreements with a whopping 4 of them, so I can totally see why someone who theoretically works solely in this area might have difficulty remembering all four of them.

On the way back I stopped and picked up a few odds and ends at various store. I stopped into London Drugs to get tp, remembered I'd run out of pads and went over to grab them. Saw they were having a great sale on lindt chocolate, so picked up a bunch. Took them all to the counter, where the salesguy looked at my purchases, looked at me, and gave me a knowing smile. The only thing that could have fed his stereotype more is if I'd bought some ibuprofen...which I actually did need...

Sigh.