And so here I am, standing behind a woman whose head is draped in a gold threaded white cloth,
her huge purse opening and closing at the request
of a young man with thick dark eyebrows
slanted to look perpetually worried
even as he is customer-service kind.
A graying black man turns to look at her, too, from another angle.
I wait impatiently. Others are not as quick – thinking or moving – as I would like,
I remind myself.
The young woman who helped me made a joke:
the machine is tired after the holiday! – “Just kidding,” she finished.
I wait and I too am greeted by the young man with thick eyebrows,
who continues to look perpetually worried.
My first trip to the bank, first of the year.