Lost and Found

I worked 2 hours past normal quitting time yesterday, so I came in late to work so I could take care of some personal business, or at least try. OK, so I go to the bank to purchase a money order for the new apartment I'm trying to occupy. BANK CLOSED UNTIL 9:00am. Big as day on the signs. It's now 8:00, so I said to myself, "OK, hang out until they open". Went to the book store and broused around. Didn't really find anything worth buying. By this time, it's 8:45, so I head back to the bank. Go to open the doors...still locked. I'm looking at them, they looking at me like "bitch we ain't open!". How about they didn't open the fucking doors until 9:20! I'm now pissed off. Who the fuck does that shit? I have to be to work by 10:00. I don't have time to go to the damn apartment complex now, fucking with Bank of America! By this time I'm starving so I go to Chic-fil-A and grab a chicken biscuit. DELI-C-OSO! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THEIR HONEY ROASTED BAR-B-QUE SAUCE! Tha bomb diggity. But, why can't ya'll give me more than one sauce (Mr. and Mrs. Chic-Fil-A)? It's just some damn sauce! Get the fuck outta dodge. The window at Chic-Fil-A ain't that damn important for you to be arguing with me about some bitch ass sauce. Anyway, I get to my parking spot at work and my phone says, "FIND ME!". "What the hell!? I know I just talked on my phone" No phone NO WHERE! I'm like damn, I had to have left it in the bank. I'm so damn absent minded, it's ridiculous. Anyway, I come to my desk and try to find the phone number by looking up the location I went to. Who the hell has 20 different Bank of America locations in one area?! Who does that?! They had locations I've never even heard of. I know the name of the street I went to, but I still couldn't seem to find the location and phone number! WTF! Somebody finally found it for me and sent me the contact info. So, of course I call and....CAN'T SPEAK TO A REAL FUCKING PERSON! I hate those automated voices. Those bitches need to be fired. Point blank...period! I need a real human fucking being to speak with...shit! Is that really to hard for you Bank of America?! I'm just trying to locate my phone so I can have some type of communication and these bitches want me to push 1 for English and listen to the damn menu. Fuck that! I guess I'll go there on my lunch break and ask "HUMAN FLESH" since I can't seem to get them on the phone. Lunch time comes, I go to my car and low and behold! MY PHONE IS ON THE MUTHAFUCKIN FLOOR IN THE BACK SEAT vibrating and beeping all out of control. You know I'm pissed...Ya'll still need some real people on the phone Bank of Fuckin America! Ok, that's all i got for now...just a little (maybe too much) venting.
HOLLA!!!