I kid you not, this is the second time this happened!
Someone's bank is calling me up and having me relay messages to my neighbors. Their checks have bounced like Rubber Man's spunk! They're in deficit! Whatever! And I'm doing it!
I'm going over to their houses, knocking on their doors and telling them: Hey, your bank says you're a deadbeat! Either get a defibrillator or go to debtor's jail!
Okay, maybe not as abrasive as that, but isn't it weird, all the same?
I mean, what is this, the 1920s, when banks held a monopoly over man, heart mind and soul?
It's like I'm in "It's a Wonderful Life," when I should be in "Harvey!"
Someone's bank is calling me up and having me relay messages to my neighbors. Their checks have bounced like Rubber Man's spunk! They're in deficit! Whatever! And I'm doing it!
I'm going over to their houses, knocking on their doors and telling them: Hey, your bank says you're a deadbeat! Either get a defibrillator or go to debtor's jail!
Okay, maybe not as abrasive as that, but isn't it weird, all the same?
I mean, what is this, the 1920s, when banks held a monopoly over man, heart mind and soul?
It's like I'm in "It's a Wonderful Life," when I should be in "Harvey!"