Wow, it's been so long between posts, I forgot to give you an update on my little overdraft situation with El Banco. After giving the manager my biggest puppy dog eyes (which doens't work for me, by the way, since the rest of my face is like a full grown dog) she agreed to knock off about $100 bucks, which was all she could do. I understood, and I didn't give her a hard time about it. She's just another working slob, like me. She doesn't make the rules. Hell, if I had dollar for every customer who complained to me about the unfair practices of the business I worked for, as if I had any power at all to change it, I'd have at least $600 to pay for my overdraft fees.
I did let her know, however, that usury was biblicaly unlawful, to which she just stared blankly at me.
I gave her my entire paycheck, all $287 worth of shelving, stacking, arranging, selling, suggesting, recovering, and discarding some of cinema's finest, and plenty of its most medicore. J came in to recover the rest. He wasn't happy about it (who would be), but he didn't complain. Not once did he complain. He just wanted me in the black again, which couldn't have been done without his help.
Good ol' J. Always coming to my rescue. *sigh*
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