The Granny at Chase

This morning when i went to my bank, there was an old granny ahead of me that was speaking to the teller. From the bits & pieces and the tone of their voices, it sounded like there was something wrong with the granny's account.

A teller opened up & i did my business and was directed to the customer service lady in order to have my other queries answered. That granny was still talking with her teller. Then, she turned and left and walked slowly, with a hobble in her steps towards the door. Her face looked sad and her expression made me want to walk up to her and go:" Can i give you some money?" But of course, i had none to give.

She passed by in front of me. Her head was full of white hair and her skin was wrinkled with age. Her hands quivered as she paused to search for her carkeys. I was quite shocked that she was driving at that age. Tsk,tsk...where are her kids?! (If she has any..)

My eyes were fixated on her as i saw her get into her old & long Cadilac. I felt so so so so so bad for her and wished i could help solve whatever problem that she was in. It almost made me cry and not want tp even become old and wrinkly.

*sigh*

If i had money to burn & power to wield, i know exactly what i would do with them.