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Date: Sunday, 11-11-2001 20:02
From: William Gillespie
To: Scott Rettberg
Subject: Why I missed Joe's party
And then the decision was made for me. Shall I describe how, just for
the sake of the number of words it will take to explain? One of my checking
accounts is dead and bleeding a trickle of
pennies. The other is new, it has $75. To last for food for ten days.
I just got the cash card in the mail yesterday. But when I opened it today
I discovered that the Personal Identification Number (PIN) was following
in a separate mailing. Which I did not receive in today's mail. It is
after noon on Saturday and all the branches of the credit union are closed
so I cannot make a withdrawal. Perhaps there is someplace I can cash a
check but I don't know where, and already the thought that I am having
to resort to means of squeezing money out of my accounts
that I have never resorted to before, all to drive in a car with squishy,
scraping brakes to the third-largest city in America to go to a party,
albeit a very cool one, is making me uncomfortable. Particularly since
it will involve spending my food money on gasoline in the hopes that the
money that you are taking out of your food money to give me to help pay
the Unknown's server bill when I arrive there might instead serve to buy
me food, after I find a place that will cash check number one from my
new checking account, so I can spend my food money on gasoline to go drink
and smoke in Chicago.
But what really gets me is that, in opening all the envelopes
in the mountain of unpaid bills on my living room floor, in order to find
the PIN for my new cash card, I learned that my car's liability insurance
(unpaid) has expired on this very day, which fact puts a certain spin
on my plan to spend the last of my food money on gas in order to go drive
drunk in Chicago in a car with squishy brakes. Driving under the influence
in an uninsured car with suspect brakes having no emergency money, in
other words.
It's all just starting to take on the unmistakable signs
of a bad idea.
I knew I should never have tried to pay off the Wordwork
server bill and print those cards for Spineless Books in the same month.
From the bottom of literature,
William
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