The Bank.
Here is the bank I said I would post pictures of. I do have something to write about it too. Today I went to go pick it up. When I got there, I handed the guy my slip. I asked him if he could put it in a bag, and NOT let me see it. I thought it to be only fair that both Andrew and I got to see it together. Since we painted it together. Well he went to go get it. But after a few minutes, he was still looking for it. A few minutes later he came back; empty handed. He said, "I found it, but I have some bad news." He told me that it had broken in the Kiln. He said I could see it and I figured I might as well. When I got there, I saw what he was talking about. There was a hole on my side. About the size of a pin head. But from that hole, was several webbed cracks. The guy felt bad. I could tell. He said to me that he understands the sentimental value behind it. And that he is the same way. He aplogized for about the 20th time. He also told me that he was going to write up a gift card for me. In the value of what we had paid. I said that was fine. I asked him if I could still take it home. He told me that he didn't think if he picked it up, that it would make it out of the room. And I understood that. But I told him that it was ok, I still wanted to take it home, no matter how many pieces it would be in. He did manage to get it to the front desk in tacked. He carried it from the bottom. And said it was a good thing he did. You see, the cracks all came together to make a full crack around the back and through one side of the head. It was just enough that if lifted, the whole top half of the pig would come off. He taped it up the best he could and wrote down a glue they use for pottery. In hope that I could go home and glue it. I knew it could never be used, but it ment so much that I would be content with it on a shelf or something. After the guy apologized yet again for the 50th time, he said he couldn't believe how calm I was. He said I was a lot calmer than he would have been. I guess in a small way, I felt like my actions showed something different about me. And seeing as this is the second time I have seen him, and most def not the last (Andrew and I are going back to do another pig, and the fact that this is my favorate activity) I feel like maybe this could be a good witnessing in the making. Anywho. Though a sad situation, good has come out of it. Andrew and I get to go on another date this Monday. And so far this is probably my favorite time spent with him. It's just the two of us. Thinking, smiling, having a good time, and doing something together. I would recommend this place to any of you hopeless romatics out there. No matter how old, dating or married, creative or not.....this would be a very romantic and enjoyable time for the two of you. You have my word. :)
