Fake Bank of America

Today I tried to put money in Fung's account. She has a BoA account so I decided to look online which one was the nearest bank. It turns out the one on the drag was the closest. But I remembered that they didn't really have a bank there. I also know that I haven't been in that area in a while and they have lots of construction there. Well it turns out they don't have tellers. I wasn't too upset. I had to mail something anyways, so I walked to the post office on campus. Even though I had a handicap permit, I don't know why I walked there. So a good amount of time was wasted and I made my way to the BoA on 38th and Lamar. Turns out there's a post office right there next to the bank. I was a little annoyed. But really bothered me is that the bank there isn't a real bank like the last one. They have only drive through tellers and they are only for account holders. This being a big waste of time I was pretty upset. I drove home to see where another BoA is. I find it's by I35 next to the Shell. However, by this time my friend needed me to help her move a dryer and washing machine. This was not fun. Dryer was easy but the washer was super heavy. It was a very old washer and it weighed like a big boulder. Doug and I lifted it and barely moved it 3 feet. But we got it done once a stranger lent us his dolly. Then Carolyn bought us dinner for all the trouble. Then after dinner I decided to go by the bank but it closes at 4 PM. That's just stupid. How is anyone that works a 8-5 job supposed to go to the bank? But anyways then Carolyn and I watched a movie together at Doug's place. She won't call our dinner and movie a date, but I like to think it was. A girl taking you out for a date is awesome. I mean how can you ever say no to a free dinner? Either that or I'm just fat. Also this is the fourth day straight helping someone move. I will need to do this all over again this weekend.