Banking Makes Me Feel Like...

On our way to work/the library yesterday, Nathan and I were talking about all the banking fuss.  It seems like there's always something going wrong, and we were lamenting the serious lack of, well, banking going on at our bank.  We had a payment due to the university this week, and Nathan was so, so frustrated that we weren't able to make the payment online (still no checks) even though we had enough money in there this time.


"Doesn't all this banking stuff make you feel like such and adult?" I asked Nathan while puffing up the third set of innumerable steps.


"No," he said rather plainly.  "It just makes me feel like a serial killer."

Boo.