As I pulled my monthly statement out of the envelope this afternoon, a pink slip of paper fell out and landed face down on my desk. I’m thinking, pink paper from the bank, this can’t be good, wtf did I do?? I turn the paper over, expecting the worst, and I see:
“Brown Mansion Benefit Centennial Ball”
I betcha they plan things like this with glee.
“How should we get the word out about this event?”
“I know, let’s put warning-colored slips of paper in with everyone’s bank statements! It’ll be a hoot!”
I don’t understand. Were you worried that the bank was going to fire you?
No, I was worried there was a huge overdraw or something. I’m obsessive about my account, so for a split second I was thinking that someone had somehow gotten ahold of my info and wiped me out.
Paranoid, I know, but they could have at least used white paper.
Gah, I know the feeling. Nothing worse than checking the mail and seeing a yellow or red envelope addressed to you, opening it up and it saying something like “Congratulations! You’re a winner!”
Well, I guess it would be worse if it says “Congratulations! You owe us $5,000!”