So I took the paper over to the bank today. I dropped it off with the sweet lady at the front desk. She’s sweet, but I have issues about this kind of stuff. I want it to be like in a movie where she jumps up and runs it to the proper person immediately, while the entire foyer full of people breaks into a song-and-dance number focused on the song-and-dance routine of remodeling a house and the bureaucratic paper process that naturally accompanies. Maybe there is even someone dressed up as “the paper,” kind of like Bill up on Capital Hill in the old Schoolhouse Rock cartoon.
Yes, I ate bad fish last night.
Anyway, more waiting, and with David out of town, I don’t think there will be a lot of “expediting” going on. The only problem with his name being on all of the paperwork and not mine is that I am like the cute but powerless secretary… or barefoot and pregnant wife.