who goes inside a bank anymore? well, yesterday i did and as you would probably suspect, i was the only customer inside. when entering my bank from the street, you pass through the atm room where 99% of the people bank, and then open a door and round a corner to get to the real inside of the bank where the tellers are located. as i opened the door between the atm room and the actual bank, i heard someone singing the magilla gorilla song! i did not want her to become startled by the sight of a customer and stop singing, so i stopped before rounding the corner so that she would finish the song. as it turned out, i remembered every single word. 
when i came around the corner, i saw 3 bank tellers sitting behind the glass partition with absolutely nothing to do other than sing the magilla gorilla song and i had to make a split second guess as to which was the singer because i definitely wanted to go to her window. as luck would have it, i picked the right one and we ended up singing the magilla gorilla song together. after that we sang the mr. ed song. who would have expected this kind of happiness in the middle of a tuesday?
if you have no idea what this post is about, we could probably never be really good friends.
Everyone is entitled to his own nostalgia.
~ James Wolcott
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