You wonder if the aliens granted you the power of flight. The moment this though crosses your mind, you begin to fly.
“Wheeee! It’s a holiday miracle!” You shout for some reason.
You fly for a few minutes, and then shrug. It isn't too thrilling. You slow to a hover, spit the bugs out of your mouth, and wipe the tears from your windburned eyes. You glance at your watch, and curse upon realizing that you are late for work. You press your arms to your sides, swooping down towards the bank. Where do you land?
On the roof
In the middle of a crowd of people in the parking lot
Come crashing through a window of the bank