I took this photo at my bank in Queens today. I’m now starting to wonder about the people who handle my money for several reasons.
First of all, I don’t know who the hell is Ron, but I do know my bank can’t punctuate sentences properly.
Secondly, I don’t like being told to eat meat (especially on a holiday that has nothing to do with cookouts). I think they’re in cahoots with the condiments people. Hmmmm.