Yesterday, I went to the bank to take care of some business. I sit down with the bank manager and he starts making small talk. At one point, I must have said something about my husband and then it starts!
Bank Manager: Oh, you're married?
Me: Yes
BM: I am married with 2 kids.
BM: Then he starts firing the kid questions at me--Do you have kids, are you planning on having kids, Do you have one on the way? (All of these w/o giving me a chance to answer)
WTF?!?!?!? I am 5'7 and weigh 115 lbs. This A**hole just asked if I have one on the way!
Me: (Just to shut him up) That is something I'll think about in a few years.
A**hole: Well, how old are you? (Can't believe the nerve of this guy!).
Me: 30
A**hole: Well, I guess you still have a FEW years left.
Me: Can we just finish my transaction?
Then as I am ready to leave....
A**hole: Do you WANT kids?
Me: Not that it is any of your business but probably not.
A**hole: Oh, I guess I should shut up now.
Me: You should have a long time ago!!
I turned and walked out.
UGH!!! I am never going to that branch again.
Last edited by Lynnk; 10/13/05 06:09 PM.