So when Sue woke up last night at 3:23 a.m. feeling as if she’d just popped out of a virtual reality show, she knew what she had to do.
She waited impatiently until the bank opened at 9.
“I want to withdraw all of my money, today,” she said as simply as if asking for the recipe of a chocolate dessert.
The teller was bleary-eyed Miriam, the passive aggressive woman who disliked all customers. But Sue had befriended this bank down the corner from her New England Victorian house for over three decades. She figured using any bank was the same difference as shopping at a grocery store. Whichever one was easy and convenient.
But Miriam responded: “Oh, you can’t do that,” and Sue wondered what happened to convenience and ease.
“Yes I can,” Sue replied. “It’s my money. I can do whatever I want.”
“But there are forms to fill out, managers to speak to, and delays that are unavoidable.” Miriam rang a little bell by her station and within seconds Joe Tully was at Sue’s side, as if he was ready to take her away to the funny farm.
Sue decided to act naturally as she slowly took her cell phone out of her purse. “Why hello Mr. Tully, big bank manager,” she said as she calmly began to press numbers on her phone. “I’m about to dial 911 for the robbery about to take place.”
The confusion on Tully’s face was priceless. “What robbery?”
Sue poked her finger near the “Send” button on her phone. “The one you’re trying to perpetuate. I want my money – now – or I call the police.”
With a frustrated grimace, the bank manager nodded his head toward his office. “I’ll write you a check within 15 minutes. We just need to get the latest numbers and make sure there were no recent withdrawals.”
“My last withdrawal was $200. So I expect $56,005.45 in cash, within your 15 minutes.”
They all thought she was crazy, the people in this town. Sue knew that. But she also knew what she had to do. Her only choice was to move to the little town of Hana, Maui, sight unseen, and make and sell fresh water pearl necklaces and earrings. She would no longer continue as part of the living dead.
Sue was on her way to creating reality from her dream.
I can resist everything but temptation. – Mark Twain
I can believe anything, provided that it is quite incredible. – Oscar Wilde
I distinctly remember forgetting that. – Clara Barton
I never ever said most of the things I said. – Yogi Berra
Aren’t oxymorons fun? (Oxymoron: a phrase in which two words of contradictory meaning are used together for special effect, e.g. “wise fool” or “legal murder.”) Do you have a favorite one? Oh, and one more thing? . . . MAKE YOUR DREAM INTO A REALITY!