Sunday, June 10, 2007
Fifty Dollar Bill?! Fifty Dollar Bill?!
Shit, son.... Bank machine's these days are like, straight outta the 21st Century. Not only does it suck checks in without envelopes & read em with scanners or something, it reads 'em right! Even written ones. Furthermore, I got Grants in my wallet now! Fifties?! From ATM machines? whoa! I thought I made a mistake. Then I stared at it. Thing's pretty. It gots pinstriped flags & things. Oh, so Han & Leia are now flying into the asteroid field where they fly into the belly of that huge worm, because the Millenium Falcon's hyperdrive thingy was damaged. Fifty dollar bill! I felt like the monopoly man. The riches! I felt like living in Luxury. What better place than to break a crisp Fifty than on a $3.99 Cheeseburger at Crown Friend Chicken. Da-go-bah!
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2 comments:
You're on fire! Keep them coming. Please.
It strikes me that the ATM receipt really does not need to include a copy of the check I just deposited.
Frankly, there's a limit to how much information I want to include on a piece of paper that is so small I am sure to lose it.
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