Today this guy walked up to Martha's counter, and I couldn't tell where I knew him from, but his face was so familiar.


Maybe because he looked like Spock from Star Trek.

So I thought here is a famous retired Hollywood actor right in front of us, and I smiled, and he instantly moved to my counter.

"Hi, I didn't know you worked here!" He said.
"Where do I know you from?" I asked.
"From bla-bla ward!" He said.
"Nope. I don't go to that ward." Ha ha ha.
"Oh, well you certainly look like Angela, what is your name? Oh Rachel. Wow that is weird, you look like Angela."
"Nope, I guess we look familiar to each other for no reason," I said.
"Yes, well, Angela's kid is always running around during sacrament and her husband is running after her, and Angela just sits there and laughs!" He told me.
Well sir, I am not Angela, so it is just weird that you are telling me this.

For all I know, since Angela looks just like me, she stole my husband and my kid, and converted them to the LDS faith. I'm not sure how I feel about this woman.
I finished the transaction and tried to figure out how I could work into the conversation that I wanted this guy to either invest/apply for a credit card/refinance his house, and just sighed as he walked out.

Martha just laughed, and she stared off into the distance. "That was weird," she said.

Top ten reasons to keep letting the bank make a sales-whore out of me:
-free catered lunches every once in a while
-I am not getting up at 3:45 am to hand coffee out the window to mean people
-paid holidays
-providing for my wife and kids. Oh whoops, that's not me
-my teller coworkers

and that's not ten reasons. That's just it.
Thank you God that I survived all the way to Friday by Your grace alone. Now for some unashamed laying around and reading for two days.