Banks and Beer

Totally new to this blog-thing, but a chance to write, and be opinionated, cannot be
passed up.I simply couldn't stand to see MySpouse have a blog and be read; and me not.
Besides, I can actually spell.
One of my favorite things to do is play "Stump the Spellchecker". I always think of the letter that MySpouse got from his bank..."at your earliest connivance...". Sue the dumb shits, that's character assassination. Pay your employees more so that you can get some smarter ones. Sorry, folks, but a bank employee who doesn't know the difference between 'connivance' and 'convenience' is kind of frightening to me.
I live in central Iowa, US. My question for readers : Are banks in your area coming up like mushrooms in May? Is it just a local phenomenon or a terrifying trend throughout the US?
Curious, I am. Is this like the dot.com bubble? Going to come crashing down around our cash cards? And where in the world are they getting the money to do all this building?
Gentle Reader, I'll credit you with some intelligence.
I'm old enough to remember when banks were grateful to have your money; no fees for most services. Now though they'll charge $7.00/month for your grandchild's passbook savings account. So grandparents need to pony up that minimum balance of $100.00.
You can't just start it out with the $4.79 in coins from the top of MySpouse's dresser.
Sigh.
This activity of banks is giving the word 'fee' a new meaning. While the word 'fritter' has a rather light-hearted connotation, to 'fee away your money' has a more leaden tone.

Enough rant about that. One of the banks here in town was a wonderful place 20 years ago.
This bank used to have bake sales at least once a month. Girl Scouts, Boy Scouts, PMS Bitches of America... any local cause could set up in their lobby and sell cookies and fudge. And 20 years ago I could eat banana bread and drink Pabst Blue Ribbon with no thought of incongruity...or vomiting. Ah, youth...

The moral of that reminiscence is that working nights makes you crazy. In that universe the bar opened for business before the bank did. And folks, this is small town Iowa; a county seat town with a population of just under 10,000. I'm not talking big city here.
I'd have time to drink a beer or two on Friday morning before I could cash my paycheck. By the time I got to the bank to cash my check I was hungry; kinda munchy type hunger. Doughnuts, Fritos, candy, baked goods, anything as long as it wasn't wholesome. I'm sure that I never entertained the thought of eating green beans along with my beer.
If there wasn't a bake sale at the bank I'd stop into the Ben Franklin store on the way back to the bar and buy candy - usually strawberry Tangy Taffy. Really, it tasted pretty good with PBR. Plus, it looked really nasty if I laid it over top of my beer glass and it wilted down the sides. Frightened away many a man who might have had a proposition for me.

Of course, now I'm mature. Too close to 50 to indulge in such silliness. Mature, yes, but not much troubled by sanity.