I went in to pay the water bill today and tumbleweed were rolling through the bank. Everyone is using machines and online banking, apparently, and the people at the counter were visibly excited that a human had walked in to pay a bill The Old Way.
The machines are boring and I know so many people who have been defrauded via their online banking accounts that I won't do it.
Maybe I will be the only customer in the bank one day; when they finally close it, I shall loll on the doorstep in my sad maroon coat with a smelly old shopping bag, and wait in vain for opening time, a redundant cheque flapping the the cold gritty wind.
This calls for a blues song...