Friday night the wife and I drove over to the bank to open a joint checking and savings account. We approached the banker and stated our purpose. He looks at me with a smirk.
"You sure," he asked? "You really want to do this?"
"Yes sir," I responded.
We take our seats across from his desk when he asked the same question again. I told him we are recently married and have acquired a home so joining our finances is what couples do. He laughed, but then asked again filling the area with a bit of awkwardness. I just nodded in response hoping that would shut him up.
He took our information and then announced he was going through a divorce. We gave him our sympathies, but he went on about how his wife is giving him the boot after ten years of being together. He then started asking dating advice as he tried to garner empathy for the fact that he is short and when he tells women he's a banker they get the wrong impression about his financial situation.
We tried to give him the best advice possible, but considering how unconventional our circumstances were in meeting we probably weren't the best couple to ask. Still we just kept telling him to put himself out there and see what happens. Not the most profound advice ever given, but true none the less.
He multi tasked as he went on about himself and his woes. He needed a friend and even a single serving one would do at that moment. It sounded as if he didn't have a lot of people to turn to in his time of emotional need and for that I pity him. Knowing a couple of people who are going through the crisis that is divorce I don't envy his situation. It has to be rough for the sad little banker.
I glanced over at my wife and selfishly garnered a wave of gratefulness for the fact she's in my life.
"My wife Mary and I have been married for forty-seven years and not once have we had an argument serious enough to consider divorce; murder, yes, but divorce, never." - Jack Benny