a run on the banks

the stores have run out of masks
to protect us from
the latest

black plague,

so
I wrap a bandana
around my face

before going to the bank
to exchange my rolls of pennies
into cash.
strangely the teller

puts all the money from her
drawer into a
burlap bag

and says, please, just leave.
don't hurt me.

I accept her kind donation.

wow, I say. thank you
and have a good day.

maybe i'll open accounts
at more
banks today.

beats working.