Banks keep popping up all over the place in the town where I live. I don’t get it. It is not a “wealthy” town by any stretch of the imagination, and yet it seems as if there are more banks in my town than there are in the city of Zurich. We have two Dunkin’ Donuts stores, one 7-11, and three Quick-Checks, but I’ll bet that we have 15 or 20 banks. WTF?
However, while the number of banks in the town and the lack of any apparent reason they are cropping up all over the place may be interesting (then again, maybe not), it is not the reason I started writing this post.
You can properly ask, “So, why are you boring us with this bank baloney, Jimbo?” I don’t have a good answer, other than to say that the words are already on the screen, and I hope that this post turns out to be at least as interesting as one of those quizzes that we all sometimes fall prey to (e.g. What kind of communicable disease are you?)
The reason for this post is that, this morning while I was walking, I noticed that one of the banks identifies itself with a large, modern sign in front of the building that that says, “Wachovia.” I thought, “Watchovia. Pretty strange name, that.”
It then dawned on me that “Wachovia” is excellent “Jerseyspeak” for “Watch over you.” You know, as in, “Don’t worry ’bout nuttin’ Kid; I’m heah to Watchovia.”
I hope, for everyone’s sake, that tomorrow’s walk results in something slightly more interesting.