100 Words - The Confessional

I have one of those faces that make people strike up conversation in queues; the bus stop, the post office.  I have found out about marital problems, wayward children, planned holidays.  Everything. 

Here I sort of remain anonymous and it feels much the same.  I can tell you anything and I know you’re listening.   So here is my confession for this week…

When I go to the hole-in-the-wall to request a balance or withdraw money I sneak a look at the receipt the previous person has left behind to see how much money they have or how overdrawn they are.