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Pot Pour-ey of intricacies

Permalink 01/28/08 at 12:22:00 pm, by Ed, 278 words   English (US)
Categories: General

Three things just today:

  1. I opened my desk drawer and the brace just fell off! No questions, no noise, I just felt a piece of metal simply fall on my foot. Yet another reason for x8600
  2. In class slightly after this, I was sitting in my seat, and I noticed notes being passed around the room! Seriously?! I feel like I'm in middle-school again! Somebody else's middle school, admittedly, since I never even saw that in middle school.
  3. Then I got home from class just now, and perchance would I check my snail-mail? Of course! I opened it and saw a single, professionally-addressed (i.e. see-through window envelope) letter, addressed to me. This is not that strange, as I often receive things from the university and just so happened to be expecting. A letter. Not a baby.

    Anyway, I looked in the upper-left corner, and saw "Reward Headquarters, Fenton, MO". What!? How can I be getting spam at this address!? I haven't even signed up for anything here! I don't even know this address myself without looking.

    Anyway, I opened it up, and lo and behold, was it spam? No, oh, no dear friend. It was but a $25 gift certificate to Amazon.com because I had 2500 points on it.

    "But how?" I ask myself. How could I already have spent $2500 or a portion of that amount plus one third of the remainder on amazon.com purchases?

    Then I remembered. "Oh, yeah. I'm recently engaged to Bridget." which means, of course, that she stole all of my money already in a pre-divorce. And the ring, too.

    Well, she didn't steal that, but I had to pay for it anyway.

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