I waited in line, I got to the counter, I had all the right French words, but the teller laughed at me. Laughed! Ok, perhaps it was more of a scoff. A scoff!
Me: I would like to deposit this money.
Teller: *pitiful smile*
Teller: Sacré bleu! French french french 9am to 12 noon french french castle french french french automatique.
So I have to go to the branch near the Castle between 9 and 12 and use the ATM. I think.
This woman works stupid hours, and not stupidly long but stupidly stupid. They have lunch-time closures and a day off on Monday because they had to work 3 hours on Saturday morning. So I guess I will have to carry my money around in my shoe like a normal crazy person until I make it to the castle.
After all, this is France. You just give up on things making sense.