The “Good Samaritan Club”

We moved into our new house on Sunday. That Tuesday one of the former volunteers, Mike, stopped by to take us all to the bank in order to switch the account over into our names. With 7 people, we’re kind of a crowd wherever we go, and it was no surprise that we also caused a scene at the Washington Mutual Bank. Mike walked into the bank first and asked the lady at the front desk about switching the name on the account, as he was talking to the lady, the 7 of us came bounding in through the door. I think the lady thought we were going to hold up the bank since she suddenly looked really nervous and directed us to a man at a back desk and then she left the room. The guy at the back desk was definitely overwhelmed when we asked for a bank account shared between 7 people, with 7 debit cards, and checks with all 7 names. I think he also wondered why one guy was leading us around. As he entered all our info into the computer he was listening to our conversation about food stipends, personal stipends, and living arrangements. “What are you?” he asked, “Some type of Good Samaritan Club.” Sure we replied, but I don’t think he believed us. On our way out his eyes bulged out of his head as he overheard one of the girls ask Mike if he wanted two nice melons (referring to the surplus of honeydew melons at our house, not whatever “melons” this guy was thinking about). A few days later we received a letter from the bank with our account info and it was addressed to the Good Samaritan Club all in quotations. I think we were the most interesting thing to ever happen to that WaMu branch.

Paz,
Stephanie