Fuck Too Big To Fail.

I've been a customer of Bank of America since, Halford's knees, the mid-80s? It's the only bank Kirsten and I have used since we got together.

And I'm done.

I understand that SARS-CoV-19 is fucking everything up, but BofA has responded by closing every branch that I know of in Santa Clara.

The line stretch around the building. It's a sunny day here, and there were elderly people, disabled people, and plenty of others standing in an unmoving line. Because the branch they left open has three teller windows.

More people quit than toughed it out. Eventually, a manager came out to triage the line. Since I was trading two twenties for four rolls of quarters, I got jumped inside.

But this is terrible customer service. We're going to take a serious look at local credit unions.

Scott Ian is my co-pilot

In happier news, I was listening to Ozzy's Boneyard on SiriusXM as I ran my errands. I caught Anthrax's Caught in a Mosh as I hit the onramp to SR17S. The bass line hit just as I accelerated to warp speed.

Did you know a 2008 Ford Ranger can hit 85mph? The guy in the Porche I blew the doors off of looked pissed.