I was going to write a long cranky post about customer service but I changed my mind. But a quick note to the bank: It makes me uncomfortable when I walk through the door and the teller shouts across the room, “Welcome to [our bank.] I can help you right here.” I would argue further that the shout is redundant because the whole reason she’s standing there is so she can help customers like me.
I get to sneak in one more out-of-town trip before summer is really over. I’m taking the red-eye to Atlanta tonight to visit Kira. I’m sure there will be stories and photos from the road.
