Mundane Mondays in common

Sometimes the rest of the world, or at least certain people in it, can feel very far away from things we understand.  A friend told me the other day that they have started with the very basic commonalities in others such as, “we’ve all got hair!”

​I remembered this the other day while standing in line at the bank on a Monday afternoon, observing all of our costumes.  Mondays at the bank are interesting in this way: we all wear our occupations, um, “on our sleeves” so to speak.  There was the man in front of me in a crisp white shirt and black dress slacks, and the woman in front of in front of him in her comfy supportive shoes and food service apron still clinging to her waist.  There was the woman in scrubs and orthopedic shoes, and the man with his mechanic’s coveralls embroidered with the name of the shop, and there was me in dirty jeans and work boots.

There we were, from all sorts of different occupations (and perhaps walks of life), with this mundane task in common.  We all need to go to the bank (assuming we don’t just stick cash in a mattress).  I didn’t know any of these people standing in line with me at the bank, but I knew, at the very basic level, that we all had this one thing in common: we needed to go to the bank.  And even that can be a starting point of connection in a world that can feel so far away.

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