Driving Miss Dulcie VII

The Bank of Dulcie was running low of funds and so the Managing Director of the bank required a trip to the ANZ Bank for a withdrawal.We set off about 11.30 calling at the Post Office first to pay the electricity bill.There was nowhere to park near the bank entrance, the disabled place was taken so we had to park a little walk away. It did not bode well.Sure enough when we got in the bank there was a long queue waiting and only two windows open, Bruce was at one and a young black girl at the other.Dulcie sat down on her walker and thumped the guy in front in the back with her elbow. He turned round."Sorry," I said."It's ok," he said."You see that plant," she said, nodding towards a sorry looking pot plant, "I want to take it home and water it."She sighed."The heat takes it out of you doesn't it? I'm so tired....then again I am 91.""Knocking 92," I said.Bruce had come out from behind the plexi-glass partition and was wandering round chatting to different bank employees."How many ahead of us now Nick?" Asked Dulcie not bothering to turn round to look."Five," I said.Bruce was back behind the glass but the young black girl was wandering around now with a piece of paper."It's a lovely carpet isn't it?" Said Dulcie."It is," I said.A man walked up to the door saw the queue and turned on his heels.A tall old man staggered out past us.Dulcie watched him and then frowned,"He's old!""And bald!" I said adding some black to the kettle!How many ahead of us now, Nick?""Two" I said.Eventually there was only one left in front of us....the guy Dulcie had bumped.It looked like the girl was going to be free before Bruce....the guy in front turned round,"You can go next, I want to wait for Bruce."I was hoping for Bruce....the young girl seemed to be new at the job.....Bruce knew what he was doing, but Bruce became free first so the man walked over and we ended up with the young black girl. We walked up to the window and she walked away and disappeared......there was still a long queue that had built up behind us.Eventually the girl came back."Hello."Dulcie handed over her pass book and the girl took it, opened it and tapped away at her computer."Have you got a driver's license?" The girl asked."No, dear," said Dulcie.The girl looked at a loss. She did not see me rolling my eyes.....this would not have happened with Bruce." I have a pension card, dear," said Dulcie handing it over with her Medicare card.The girl still looked at a loss."That's fine," said another woman who was standing nearby staring at a computer screen, probably checking her Facebook, while the customers she was supposed to be helping were waiting in a consultation room.The girl, slowly, began to copy all of Dulcie's pension payments since her last visit to the bank, into her pass book.I could feel the tension and frustration in the queue behind us.Eventually the transaction was done and we were free to go.We walked back to Roxy....I wondered about asking Dulcie if she wanted to drive.....but remembered she did not have her driver's license on her.