I Hate Banks

Not the banks themselves, but going to them. 

I stand there, shuffling awkwardly, a the teller smiles at me. 

Do I go up to the counter? 

Do I not? 

Is she just smiling to be polite?

Is she pissed that I haven't gone up to the counter yet?

There's too much social-ness for me and too many things that I over think. 

Same with post offices. 

And checking out books from the library. 

And ordering drinks at Starbucks. 

Basically the process of me going up to a counter and interacting with a person. 

xx,

Jill