I'LL Take Two Five Hundreds and A G-Note

This is a hibiscus flower on a bush on the patio. It is spectacular. I was at our credit union recently and noticed a young guy at an adjacent window. He appeared to be kind of excited. Not agitated but eager, and talking way too loud. From his appearance I made him out to be a landscaper, plumber's helper, or something like that. He was cashing a check for $2500 and was telling the teller what to do with it. He asked for $1000 back in cash and also asked if he could have 2 $500 dollar bills. I am not making this up when I tell you that the teller looked in her drawer and told him she didn't have any five hundreds. He asked her to check with her manager, and she did. She came back and said there were no five hundreds in the branch. He grudgingly accepted one hundreds, but loudly suggested that the credit union should keep them on hand. Five hundred dollar bills have not been circulated since 1969 and not printed since the late forties. Large denomination bills were used for bank transfers but since the advent of electronic transfers they are no longer needed. You think someone in the credit union would have taken the time to tell this guy and you might further think that a professional bank teller might have noticed that she never gets any five hundreds in her drawer. Here's another thing that has been bugging me lately. I download the Dave Ramsey program daily and listen to it on my IPOD at work. Dave has a habit of describing his website as having a lot of "goodies" on it. I hate when people use the word goodies. "We had goodies at work today." I hate that. Also add veggies. They aren't veggies, they are vegetables. Don't even get me started on muchies. Then there are the people who will tell you a story, using the names of people you don't know. I worked with a woman once who would walk up to you and say things like, "Pam was over last night with Lowell and we were up real late." I would look at her and ask, "Who are Pam and Lowell?" I hate that. Plus this same woman would tells stories using only pronouns. "I told her to stop calling me." Who the heck is "her"? I don't much like inappropriately shortening words. People in California refer to Arizonans as 'Zonies. Hate it. You don't hear me calling them 'Fornians. When I was young some morons referred to mustaches as 'staches or Mustangs as 'stangs. Stupid then and stupid now. I am also really bugged by some of the words that have crept into our speech lately. I can forgive young people for making up words, but I draw the line at adults using them. There is nothing more silly that an adult saying, "My bad." or "using the word props, but I hear it all the time. Use real words, I beg you. The all time greatest use of a madeup word occurred about 15 years ago before my career fell completely off the corporate ladder. This anecdote explains a lot about my failed career. I was attending a meeting with about 15 or 20 other corporate types. I was the lowest ranking person in attendance because my job was to be an aide to my boss. I was supposed to be seen and not heard. This blowhard from corporate was leading the meeting. At one point an idea was put forward and Mr. Blowhard said that he would take the idea back to headquarters and "socialize" it. Well, I sprayed my Coke out on the table, laughing uproariously. All eyes turned to give me the death-stare. Being quick on my feet I blurted out, "What in the world does that mean?" My boss later agreed that I said what he was thinking. So, there you go. Merle. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong and sometimes just full of it. Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor