Ellen Li Why I Got Kicked Out of RBC

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April 3, 2012
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It was the hottest day of summer. I got into an argument with my parents about our nonexistent air conditioner and how nonexistent it was. We used to have one, but my parents sold it after watching a documentary about global warming on BBC. Needless to say, they didn’t ask for my opinion before getting rid of it – that was the only reason why I ended up in such a difficult situation in the first placeso they were getting my opinion now. ―Without an air conditioner, my eczema will get worse,‖ I pressed on. ―My sweat glands can’t keep up with this heat!‖ I was getting becoming desperate. And with every rejection, my arguments became less logical, and more… loud. It could’ve just been the heat. My parents, on the other hand, used their supposed future-predicting abilities as their argument. ―The heat will only last a day,‖ they said. ―There’s no point in buying something that we’ll only use once.‖ Eventually, they shooed me away and I dragged myself to the basement. Usually, the basement would be cool and the floor would be clean and smooth, so rubbing my face against the cold surface wouldn’t be a problem. But today was different. It was humid. A corner of the floor was sticky because my brother had spilt orange juice there that morning. His futile attempt at cleaning it up was placing a dirty sock on the spill, sort of. I could see pieces of dry pulp scattered around it. At least it smelled nice.
Comment [h1]: It doesn’t sound like them not asking for your opinion was actually the only reason, so maybe rephrase this

‖ I said. ―Are you waiting for someone?‖ Donna asked me. I nodded in approval. ―No. a cloud of heat overwhelmed me.‖ I stated enthusiastically. it was uncomfortable for me because Donna’s eyes were scanning me from top to bottom. staring blankly at the sock. She was making it difficult for me to enjoy the air conditioning. pajama-covered body. RBC. It only felt as though a minute or two had passed when a nicely dressed middle-aged lady approached me. When I grabbed the door handlehandle of the bank entrance door. She tilted her head to one side and cocked up an eyebrow. that might’ve just been my sweat. I knew I would be saved by the bank down the street: The Royal Bank of Canada. whatever. sticky-clothed. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. I had to get outside. I felt miserable and I couldn’t see clearly. It’s all good. It happened again when I stepped out of the house. they’d have air conditioning. I’m a client there. See. And obviously. I’m a client. Thank you. ―Nice shoes. a gush of cool air rushed out to embrace my entire sweat-coated. Well. as sweat trickled down my neck. Comment [h2]: A moment of? Or just an uncomfortable silence? . and I’m a client of theirs. Nevertheless. So I stepped inside and raised my arms. It wasn’t until maybe half an hour later that I realised that the basement was just as uncomfortable as the rest of the house. cold in there. I smiled in amusement. Donna was wearing very high heels. However. It’s hot out here. I felt so nauseous that my eyes started to water—actually.I stood there. Well. Her name tag read ―Donna‖. On my way up the stairs. The heat made everything look squiggly. I saw my reflection in the glass—I was still in my pajamas.

―Well.―Do you need help with anything?‖ she asked me. His lips were stained blue from his ice pop. I gazed forward. our bank has a policy that doesn’t allow loitering so—‖ She stopped and forced a smile. brought it up. and pulled the popsicle out of his mouth.I felt betrayed by the bank.‖ she said. I figured it would be rather odd of me to say I was there for the air conditioning. and shook it. ―That bank is yours?‖ he asked. ―Oh. Instead I said. because you’re still working on it. so I stayed away from that. although I knew that Donna was close behind me. Having been an RBC customer for the past three years.‖ I finally replied. I don’t really know why I’m here. My bank. I clenched a sweaty fist. looking sort of concerned. Familiar images were plastered on the store windows and before I knew it. Just fyi I didn’t read over the conclusion again. I stood there with my mind blank and my body sweaty. he would start blasting cold air at me… ―No. watching to make sure I would leave the perimeter.‖ I cried. ―No. you see.‖ And it wasn’t until the words came out that I gathered they must’ve sounded just as odd.‖ Formatted: Font: Italic Formatted: Font: Italic Comment [h3]: I LOVE YOUR ESSSAY. Maybe if I stared at him long enough. the least they could was let me embrace their aircon. . I got the message. I made sure to walk slowly and take small steps to make the most out of my visit. and. resting my eyes on the store across the street. ―My bank. I was once again in the blazing heat. A little boy walking by had stopped in front of me. and turned to face the exit. the bank is not mine. I was drooling. For a few minutes. He reminded me of air conditioners. ―To be honest.

―Oh.‖ the little boy said. . popped the ice lolly back into his mouth. He shrugged. and walked away.

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