The Vault
It was my turn to count the money. Usually between one and two million on any given day. Jane: don’t mess it up. I never do. The ten key calculator was like an extension of my arm. I had a little wooden desk inside the vault, which felt closed in. Bags of money on the floor, coins, bills, everything. It all had to be verified. It took most of the day. Jane: has to be done by four so I can get home to the kids! We got an hour lunch and I took every minute. The taco spot was only a short drive and my friend Jenny worked there, but I didn’t like to talk to her wile she was working and I was in my dress up clothes for the bank. It felt odd. Like I was making fun of her or something. Her car was there, and she usually worked at the counter, so I went through the drive through and sat in the parking lot eating in my car and I …