I live in a town where you are on a first name basis with the bank teller. It’s not Mayberry, but close. She gives out lollipops and knows how many kids I have. I am guessing she doesn’t have any children. I say this because she gives a different lollipop to each of my three children. Why don’t you just punch me in the head? It would be less painful than listening to them whine over who gets the red one. I don’t interact with her outside of our drive-thru banking relationship. In fact, I’ve never seen her around town. Perhaps the bank is holding her captive? Well, today my…