Dear Bank Teller Lady,
I'm sorry. So very sorry. I hope you realize it was a very unfortunate event that when I went to grab the container like thing out of the sucker tube that my fingers were somewhat equivalent to a stick of butter and the darn thing flew out of my hands, cracked open upon smacking the concrete and rolled under my car. I'm sorry. I really am.
It was never my intention to have you have to get up out of your seat, grab a friend and have you come outside to look for the container. I'm truly sorry that when you were army crawling under my van, there were five cars behind me watching you.
I'm even more sorry that when you stood up from retrieving that darn rolly container, it appears as if you may have army crawled yourself into an oil puddle that someone graciously left behind.
I really am sorry.
Sincerely,
Kori
P.S. I'm not even mad that you accidentally cashed my checks and sent me the money instead of depositing them.
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