baby, what's in that satchel?

where: bankwest, garden city branch
when: ~ 9.35am
number of unkempt sharlands: 3

at the bank today there were 3 rather odd individuals whom i think may be the sharlands. they looked a bit like drifters and they had the whole canvas-shopping-bag-on-a-trolley thing going for them. there was mr. sharland (allan i'm assuming), dressed head-to-toe in black target-esque tracksuit, and long unkempt hair to match his big unkempt beard. with him were auntie sharland #1 (wasn't his wife, she referred to him as "the boy with the cap"), and auntie sharland #2.

they were talking quite loudly with each other about weird things, and talking to each other from across the room also. and when auntie sharland #1 realized that auntie sharland #2 got the same bankteller as her, she said "oh! you got david too! he's lovely...only 22! that's so young, and he's single too!" poor david. i got him too. he was all right.

however, the weirdest conversation by far was the awkward one between auntie sharland #1 and a man who sat in the chair that auntie sharland #2 vacated.

[man sits down]
AS#1: morning
man: [a little confused] hmm? oh. morning.
AS#1: good isn't it
man: [a little more confused] huh?
AS#1: it's so good we don't have to stand in line anymore. just take a number. it's great.
man: oh. erm. yeah. very advanced.
AS#1: innovation, that's what it is. bankwest is innovation.

[awkward silence]

it really was a weird and loud conversation that terminated in a really weird and loud way.

so that was that...i just wanted to share my sharland experience with you all.

so like ... [awkward silence] bye now.