Yesterday I stopped into the bank for some transactions and a cup of coffee. I thought it would be a good idea to use the restroom before standing in a long line.

As I walked to the restroom I saw a sign under the restroom sign that said “banjos”.

Being a pretty fair banjo player myself, I wanted to check out the bank’s banjos. There must be a great collection of them here at the bank.

But the banjo sign led me right into the restroom. “They must be mounted on the wall,” I thought to myself.

To my dismay, I never found the banjos. I looked everywhere. Under the sink, above the paper towel holder, and inside every stall. What a rip off.

Oh well. It’s late at night and I’ve got to get to bed. As they say in Mexico, “Bonus nachos!”