'you've got the brawn, i've got the brains...'

My day, in a nutshell - a nutshell that has been de-nutted and found it's treasure plucked out and encased in the chocolaty goodness and candy coated shell (either red or green, I'm not picky) that is and always will be the greatest piece of candy in the world - a peanut M&M:

In the bank drive-up lane, I've just sent my deposit consisting of several bills and checks to the nice teller in the window.

"Hi, _ _ _ _ _ _, how are you today?" he asks.

"Great! You?," I reply, and small talk ensues as he removes my deposit from the tube from which it scurried in to him. Banter about the weather, new loan programs, and my devastating smile culminates with his own very handsome and 'customer service happy' smile from behind the window that separates us.

"Ok, so tell me. What can I do for you today?" he asks.

I pause, my devastating smile frozen as I do a mental checklist and glance around the mini. Yep. Yep. It would indeed appear that I've already given him my deposit, so that's good. That's key to my purpose here at the bank drive up window today.

I turn back to the window and our smiles mirror the other's.

"Well, I suppose since I've given you all my money in small, unmarked bills, you could think of my deposit slip as a demand note and we could pretend this is a reverse hold up," I say brightly. "If you lean really close to the microphone and whisper 'I'll write your balance at the bottom of the deposit slip and no one gets hurt,' I'd seriously dig that."

A pause behind the teller window, and for a moment, I believe he's considering it. Then I notice his smile tightening just a bit in a fashion that clearly says, "You're not only obviously quite poor, but a smart ass."

"Will you be needing any suckers today, _ _ _ _ _ _?" he asks.

"Oh, aren't we all just great big suckers?" I whisper, with a trace bit of pleasure at being fiscally secure in the smart ass world fueling me.

"Great," I say. "That would be so great."