I went out to get Chinese food and stopped by the house of the Second Unfortunate ex-Mrs. Harris to pick up a check. Got check, drove to bank to deposit it; Drove to drive-up, rolled down window to grab canister out of pneumatic. Too far away. “Fuck!” audibly to self. “How are we today?”, teller. “Fine.” Opened car door reached, got thing, put check in, closed car door. Five minutes later canister came back with receipt. Opened car door, reached, grabbed canister, twisted bottom off to get receipt. Wind blew receipt out of canister onto ground. Got out of car, squeezed between car and pneumatic, picked receipt off ground. Drove off.