Accident
I had suspicion about a $17 dollar check the other week and called my bank to put a stop on it. The last time I put a stop on a check was a
couple of years ago and they charged me $9.99. Hey, seven bucks is seven
bucks these days. I talked to Tracy. The
new fee is $29.99. While she had me on the phone, Tracy asked me if I would like to switch my savings account
to a money market account to earn more interest. I told her I was fine
with the
.000000000002
interest I was currently earning annually but asked her anyway what
the difference was between the two types of accounts. Tracy said nothing, really except I would be earning more interest. I then asked Tracy the
same question again. Tracy said there was a tiny little fee that would be charged if my savings got below 5 K, a tiny little fee of $15 a
month. I said you're already trying to charge me $30 to cancel a $17 check and I was a little too close to 5 K in my account to consider it anyway. Tracy asked me if she could at least send me the paper work for
me to look over. Go ahead, Tracy, I said and she did and I stuck it in
the drawer. A week after that I got a letter from Tracy welcoming me to
my new money market account. I took the letter down to the bank and
showed it to a teller named Tracy who informed me that my money had been
transferred to a money market account. I demanded to
speak to a manager and was directed to a woman behind a desk named Tracy. Tracy
apologized profusely and transferred my money back to an ordinary
account. A day after that, I got a letter from Tracy saying that if I
didn't sign the forms she sent me immediately, she could not guarantee
my money would be safe. I called Tracy who said the letter
must have been mailed before the account was switched back and told me to just tear
it up. I said, "Tear it up? Tracy, you must be kidding. Put in writing
all that has illegally happened and mail it to me." There was no apology this
time. A day after that I tried to do some online banking and where my
savings account used to be was a polite suggestion saying, why not open a
savings account? I called right away and was directed by Tracy how to set the web site right. There was no apology. A
day later I stopped at the ATM to transfer some money from my savings
to my checking and a suggestion popped up on the screen saying, why not
open a savings account? I stomped into the bank and was directed to a
banker with a name tag that read Tracy. "Tracy.", I said. "You are the
one who started all this mess. It's so good to finally meet you. When
are you going to jail?" She tittered and chuckled and offered an
explanation. "It was an accident."
"An accident?", I growled. "That's bullshit. I'm a senior trying to live on a thousand and one dollars a month from Social Security and zero jobs because no one will hire anyone over fifty. The fact that I have five thousand in savings is a miracle, a miracle that keeps me from food stamps with a forty year old cap of two thousand in savings. Fix this and fix this now!"
And just like that, I pressed Tracy's button. "What is it about the word accident that you don't understand? What about me? I'm the one being threatened if I don't make my quota! What am I going to do if I lose my job, work as a waitress? And don't think you're the only person I have to deal with! Try dealing with a single mother working split shifts at Walmart! Try dealing with an adjunct college professor! Try dealing with an Uber driver! You're all whiners but you baby boomers have a lot of nerve
complaining what with the government giving you all your entitlements
and you having the audacity to live so long, so long that you are
bankrupting the nation and enslaving future generations in debt! The
country would be so much the better with a hell of lot fewer of you. Why
are there so many of you? Why are you people always whining and whining? I lost
my job. I have to work eighty hours a week. I lost my apartment! I have to work split shifts that change from day to day! You're getting free money from Social Security and free health
care from Medicare. There are warehouses to sleep
in and churches to hand out free food. You don't even have to work at
all. Everything is just handed to you. You live in the
greatest country in the world with the best health insurance and the
best schools and the biggest meanest military the world has ever seen
and how do you thank those of us who actually pay for it? You piss and
moan. I'm poor! I'm poor! If you are so poor, why are
you all so fat? Don't eat so much. Save some money. Eat sizzlean. Sizzlean is cheep. Sizzlean has forty percent less fat
that bacon. If you ate sizzlean maybe you wouldn't be so fat. How much
sizzlean can you buy for a thousand and one dollars? I'm going to tell you what I tell all you whiners. When I tell you it was an accident, it was an accident! Now shut up and get a
job or move your fat ass to Russia or Cuba or North Korea or FRANCE!"
A few days later, Tracy Doe was found floating face down in the Bay. DNA
identification was needed as the body had been chewed by fish and eaten
away by toxic sludge. Results identified her as an employee of a local bank. The coroner's
office has ruled her death as an accident.
Sunday, December 22, 2019
Accident
Zombie Love
Zombie Love
I was thinkin' the other day about all them powerful parasites that run this country an' the world an' I starts thinkin' about vampires. Me personally, I think vampires an' parasites, the human variety of parasites that is are the same kinda freaks except when a vampire sucks yer blood, you become a vampire pronto. Then I start thinkin' about how just about every schmoe in this country is becomin' a vampire suckin' the money an' the property an' the rights outa everybody else an' how, just like vampires, when you get yer life sucked outa ya, you think, well shit, why don’t I start doin’ some suckin’ of my own? Next I starts thinkin' about all them movies an' TV shows showin' all them teenage hunks that are vampires suckin' the life outa all them teenage girls. What the fuck is that all about? Why are America's teenage girls gettin' turned on by some guy who's gonna fuck em an' suck em an' turn em into a monster? How did that happen? How did we get to a place where it's a turn on to be a blood suckin' monster? What a way to sell zit cream an' panty hose. An' what about the fuckin' zombies? Every where ya' look if ya' don't run into a vampire after yer blood, ya get run over by some dumb ass corps after yer brains. An' just like a vampire, if some zombie dip shit gets ahold of yer brains, presto chango! yer a zombie too. I guess it's mornin' in America all over again what with yer teen age daughter dreamin' about gettin' porked by a blood suckin' monster at least once before her brains get sucked out by a brain suckin' monster. What's next, vampire zombie love? Bloodless, brainless teenagers hopin' to get a little before their dicks an' tits fall off?
Anyways, that's what I been thinkin' about lately.
The Devil Is Loose In The Land
The Devil Is Loose In The Land
Rick and me were out for a couple of snorts the other night when we starts talkin' about how the devil is loose in the land. Now Rick says that that ain't all that bad what with the devil pretty much bein' loose in the land 24/7 forever, to which I says shit, he ain't never been so loose in the land as now what with the president of the good ol' US of A decidin' to snuff out our own citizens without no trial, not even in abstentia and with no explanation whatsoever except that they're a member of al qaeda or a 'associated group' at which point Rick starts jabberin' about how if yer lucky enough to get a job in our great country these days it's likely gonna be a job at America's biggest Free Market soul snuffin' employer, WalMart where you will be labeled a associate, and that there ain't much difference between a soul snuffed Walmart associate and a soul snuffin' al qaeda associate but I digress. Rick, says I, ain't we supposed to be a nation of laws, not men? Ain't the snuffin' supposed to be ordered by a court of law, not a man, president or otherwise? Buck, says Rick, for all yer experience and attitude, you are a pathetic idealist. There ain't no such thing as the constitution and democracy and liberty and all that shit no more. It's all theater, smoke and mirrors, dogs and ponies. Yeah, yeah, yeah, says I, but ain't this the place where we draw the line? Ain't murder where we draw the line? Murder?, says he? What kinda murder? Murder by Health Insurance? Murder by Wall Street? Murder by Cops? Murder by Homelessness? Well, what with all this heavy shit hangin' in the air, we ended up doin' the Dance of the Pachyderms quicker than shit through a tin horn, wanderin' from bar to bar confabulatin' on the tragedy of life and, as Rick puts it, the futility of it all, and before ya know it, I sees that look in Rick's eyes and I figure we’re gonna end up in the hoosegow sooner than later so I says Rick, quit thinkin' about all this shit. There's a lifetime to fight the shit heads with no fear in our hearts. Let's start thinkin' about gettin' laid. He then looks me right in the eye and gives me a kiss on the cheek and says, yer my pal, Buck. Let's get laid. And we did.
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