It’s that time of the month. My wife writes out the checks and I give her the cash for the bills: Cable, electric, insurance, Tony Soprano, etc…
This month we have an annual bill to pay, for the safe deposit box. My wife asks “who does this go to?”. There isn’t any name on the bill. Just a box number in Georgetown, Cayman Islands. So I say “just make it out to cash, and write FUCK YOU on the memo portion.”
:smack: 27 years with this nutty dame:smack: Of course shes going to follow a crazy suggestion like that!
This time of month? Usually one of my sons, here to pay their rent (they live in houses I own) and try to mooch grub off us. The only person whose ass they can’t kick is…well…mine!
Hey, I taught them everything they know, but I didn’t teach them everything that I know!!!
I dunno about writing Fuck You in the memo, so i say good luck. However, rather than writing out Dollars on the 2nd line, i have been known to write out Big Ones, Bucks, Ducks, and only 1 time as a joke, Fucks. All the checks i ever wrote with those words still went thru. But they are kinda hidden in the middle where no one ever looks.
It goes through, and gives the people that process your check a laugh.
I work at a place that processes payments, including utility payments, and we often get little notes such as “fuck you” and “monthly bloodletting.” We laugh, and often pass the good ones around for others to see.
I once got a five dollar bill with those words written on it in large black ink. (I received it as change from someone I’m sure didn’t see the words on it). It took a lot of mental energy to hand that $5 off to someone else. I don’t remember how I did it, but I’m pretty sure I handed it to an actual person, who probably didn’t look beyond the denomination.
Lodging rent money to the account of our lazy (ex)landlord, who that month yet again didn’t appear with the promised rodent control bits and pieces we needed, I wrote “rent for rat infested no. 57” on the lodgment slip. Smiling, the cashier dutifully typed it all in, the land lord came running around in a bit of a flap about what was appearing on his statements, with the traps and bait he’d promised us.
My Dad, ex-banker, was glad to hear someone in the bank still had a sense of humour
My husband used to write me a check every two weeks so we could keep all our money together in one account. The memo line ranged from “hot sex” to “will to live” to “bloodsucking bitch”.
We like to think someone got a laugh out of it. Usually me when I’d finally notice.
Year ago I saw an ad in a magazine for checks specially designed for paying bills and other nasties. They featured a cranky looking old man in various poses: on the toilet, mooning the viewer, giving the finger . . . Wish I could order some now, though I don’t write checks very much anymore. Boring old online banking . . .
