Today was a bank day. I went to 3 local banks.
The first bank was the local one where I run into a nice and supportive worker. She told me that my account is still active and I can use it without any issues.
The second bank was a mega bank where I was greeted by a nice male elder worker. He escorted to a young female worker for the detailed. This worker was not supportive. On every question I asked, she told me she needed to ask her supervisor and left her desk. She didn’t come back right away. When she finally came back to me, she responded me to a “No” answer. On another question, she did the same thing, and on my third question, I almost lost my temper. While the young not-supportive worker left her desk, I told the nice male elderly worker that I didn’t have any patience left for the young worker. I understood that she just did her job. She didn’t have any authority to answer my question in my preferable way. I know I should not get angry at her, but I couldn’t help feeling that way.
The third bank was the local bank that my mom created an account for me. I’ve never been this bank branch, but I’ve heard this bank name from my mom very often in my childhood days. I told the bank teller that my late mom left me this bank account but I don’t have the registered stamp with me. The bank teller was a young female who was very thoughtful. She listened to my story carefully and connected to their branch manager. The branch manager was a young man who is probably in his mid-thirties based on his face skin condition. Even though he is young, his hair was almost gone. This young man was extremely thoughtful and supportive. I felt he had known my mom for many years. He said he would help me this case even though it was against their rule, with the consideration of my situation. It was a sacred moment. When I looked into his eyes, I saw a bright light deep inside of his eyes. The eyes are the window of the soul. I could see his soul as bright, pure, and shining. Even though his appearance is a bank’s branch manager, to me he looked like a monk with honest and pure heart. While I was explaining my situation, I felt my mom’s existence in spirit, so that I could not resist my tears shedding continuously. The branch manager was also filled with tears in his pure eyes. I am sure that he could feel my mom’s existence as I did too. With their kind support, I left the bank branch with a chunk of money cashed out from the bank account. I appreciate the branch manager and the bank teller, and not to mention, to my late mom for her love to me.
After all the bank tasks were done, we took a 2-hour massage session. One sad thing was though that the massage store was run by foreigners, which we didn’t know in advance.
After the massage, we went to a unique café. They had one otter and other small animals. The customers could freely pet them and feed the animals. My daughter was so excited about the new experiences with the animals.
For dinner we went to the Asian Indian restaurant which was my request. When I was small, my parents often took us to the Indian restaurant. I enjoyed their food. The restaurant owner and the chef were both friendly and polite. I definitely want to go there and eat their food again.
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