Dear Wells Fargo,
Today I hated you. I drove all over my side of Orlando, looking for an ATM (thanks for the check Grandma!), chasing misleading GPS directions to two incorrect locations until I dead-ended in the employees-only entrance of Lockheed Martin and had to ask the security guard for directions. Wells Fargo, why do I have to pass approximately 14 banks before reaching one of yours? I appreciate that you understood my frustrations and, when I finally made it to your downtown branch after dinner, wished me a happy birthday. How very kind of you.
The Birthday Girl