Showdown With Citi Bank Barbie

there i was, sprawled out on the soft, colorful rug, my citi bank barbie sitting right next to me, her stylish suit glimmering under the sunlight. i picked up my toy phone, dialing her up with a mix of excitement and frustration.

“hey, barbie! where’s my money? a check was deposited, and i don’t see the shit in my account!” i exclaimed, my voice filled with a playful urgency.

barbie rolled her eyes, her blonde hair bouncing slightly as she replied, “it takes a business day to process these things. maybe you should check again later!”

“bitch, no! hoe, put the money in my account right now!” i shot back, my hands on my hips, channeling all the sass i could muster.

“not my problem! you should’ve checked your balance before calling!” she retorted, flipping her hair dramatically.

i couldn’t believe it! “you’re kidding me, right? just do your job!” i huffed, feeling the imaginary tension rise.

with a dramatic sigh, i decided enough was enough. “fine! i’m hanging up on that dumb ass bitch!” i declared, slamming the toy phone down with flair.

as i plopped back onto the rug, i couldn’t help but giggle at our little showdown. who knew banking could be this theatrical? barbie might be a banker, but today, i was the one in charge!