Bill Clinton and a 60-year-old fan
I had to set up a bank account the other day.
My friend Jenny is always giving me a hard time (and rightfully so) about keeping cash in my car with me. I knew she was right but I am pretty busy. But I took an afternoon out of the office and went to set up a bank account.
The most convenient bank in my area is definitely the bank of America. So that’s where I went. I was passed from a teller to the branch VP then to a little old lady named Irene. She was a very funny grandmotherly type who was extremely helpful and fun to talk to.
Some way into the process she asked to see some identification and I pulled out my Arkansas drivers license. As she looked at it her eyes gor really big.
“You are from Arkansas?” She said very excited.
“Yes, I just moved here a couple—”
She interrupted, “Have you met…him?”
Now, when people ask this question in relation to you being from Arkansas, they can only mean one person: Bill Clinton.
I told her than I had and her face lit up with excitement. “I just love him,” she said. “Is he has wonderful in person as he is on television?”
We talked for a bit about Bill Clinton and some about Jimmy Carter and how much she loved them both. It took a turn when she put on a sly grin and said, “That man can come play his saxophone in my home any day.”