Aww, bollocks. It’s from my bank. Some years ago when I was living in France, I bought a small amount of stock in a local oil producing company. Each year, I get a dividend check for, shall we say, a modest amount. The check is in Euros, which presents a bit of a hassle for deposit. This year, the amount of the check was less than the deposits and exchange fees, so they returned it by certified mail. Guess I won’t be taking a close friend out for an extravagant meal at Denny’s after all.
Anyway, looking over the entries, I’d have to say the closest is…well, it’s that shining jewel of Indiana, the precious, incomparable Ruby! Ruby gets the nod for having guessed it was a check, even if not quite the sort of check she had in mind. Hey, I said I didn’t have a prize, but if ya want a worthless check in Euros, it’s yours, babe.
While I’m feeling so magnam… mignonym… er, willing to share, I’ll declare Swampbear runner-up, on the basis of, well, of such an utterly daft entry. The swampster gets one-quarter of the grand prize, which means (counts fingers) uh, I’ll have to owe ya. Hey, I’m good for it. Thanks, kids, and don’t spend it all in one place, haw, haw haw.