This morning I just wanted to go to the bank. Saturday banking isn’t an easy concept anyway because many branches don’t open or close early. My favorite branch is about ten minutes away, but it’s on Main Street USA and the town was having their parade, which meant absolutely no parking for anybody. Signs indicating parking for bank customers only mean nothing anymore, especially when it’s an entire parking lot in a town filled with parking meters. Worse, these parking meters are the variety in which you must walk to a kiosk, pay for a ticket and then return it to your vehicle’s dash. Towns with an elderly population can only dash so much.
So I decided to try going to another branch several miles away, packed up and started out to the road, only to find the streets feeding into the main streets were all shut down. I drove around my favorite shortcuts for ten minutes without success. I had to drive three miles away and in the opposite direction to connect with another road. On the way I realized that another bank branch I could use was nearby. Managed to park the car for free (blessings from above), but got to the door to find they have discontinued their Saturday hours.
Back into the car for a drive which should have taken about fifteen minutes and ended up being 35 minutes. No bargains to be found trying to live everyday life on Small Business Saturday.
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