Tube Transporter Trauma
This week took another interesting turn this morning following a trip to the bank. My usual practice is to do business inside the bank, but this morning I was stinky from working out and opted for the drive-through. I placed my checks in the "tube-thingy" and pushed the send button. A few seconds later I heard something that sounded like "gurgling."
The sound did not keep my attention for long. I returned to the ancient rite of listening to music until the voice of the teller brought me disturbing news. "Sir, your tube did not come through. What did you put in it?" I told her that it had my life savings in it. Just kidding. Actually, it had a couple of checks and my driver's license. She reassured me that they were addressing the problem.
A few minutes later, another teller came out of the bank with an empty tube and tried to send it in my "tube transporter" in an attempt to bump the other one. The first ten attempts failed, but the number eleven must be lucky. The teller cried in relief, "The tube has landed! We have the tube! Repeat. We have the tube!" The drivers in the thirty cars behind me began to honk their horns in celebration. And I began to breathe again.
A routine stop turned into a stressful moment only to be followed by laughter. Sometimes our routines are anything but routines. Just ask any stay-at-home mom.
There are times when we have to improvise. There are moments when we have to sit back and laugh at ourselves. My first glance at the people in the car beside me led to hostile feelings. After all, they were laughing at my situation with the tube transporter. But then I thought, "this is kinda funny." Changes in routine don't have to bring us down or ruin our days. Instead, they can serve as a reminder that we should not always take ourselves so seriously.
So I joined the laughter. And it felt good.
