Argh. Blogger ate my original post.
Around 2 o'clock yesterday afternoon there was still no sign of my money. So I called the bank's office and was told, "There are no pending transfers for your account Ms. Erbell." Cue cussing. "How much did you say it was for?!" Asked the second teller I was passed along to. I told her and she laughed liked I'd just confessed to calling from the rec-room at the mental asylum. So I called the title company back. "Tink, tell me you have the money." "I don't have the money." "Shit! Ok, let me get you those transaction numbers." Not exactly the comforting response I was looking for. If you are in charge of someone else's money, "shit" should not be a word in your vocabulary. "Cha-Ching," on the other hand, is OK.
So I called the bank again and a gentleman in the transfer department finally located my funds. "They're working on it right now ma'm." "So does that mean it will show up in my account tomorrow?" "Oh no, it has to show up in your account today. If they don't process it before five they have to send it back." "SEND IT BACK?!" "We had some problems with our system this-" "You can't send it back. I may never get them to send it again! I have waited two weeks for this money." "They're working on it right now ma'm. I'm sure yours will be one of the ones that goes through." Great. First the grocery stores with their little sampler nazis, now the bank. Is everything first come first serve in this country? I checked my account hourly for an update. And then, at exactly 5 o'clock, it came through.
So you may be wondering... "How does it feel to be one of the richest homeless people around?"
I only have one question. Do you think the bank would let me roll around in it?
Daily Hoop Conversation:
Hoop: I had the most awful dream last night.
Tink: About what?
Hoop: You were pregnant.
Tink: What's so "awful" about that?
Hoop: After you had the kid-
Tink: Was it a boy or a girl?
Hoop: I don't know.
Tink: You don't know?
Hoop: I was saying...
Hoop: After you had the kid you got some tattoos done.
Hoop: Yeah, HUGE ones on your stomach and thighs to cover the stretch marks.
Tink: THIS is what your brain does on autopilot?
Hoop: *Sigh* I think working in an office full of women is finally getting to me.
November Search Terms:
(What people put into search engines that bring them here)
1. how to reheat bakery food in space shuttle With solar power?
2. old hairy dude whitey tighties Please, keep your fetishes to yourself... or your psychologist.
3. hippie chick "smells like cheese" Let me guess. The "Frumunda" kind?
4. peeing outside steaming Not my first choice for a science fair project.
P.S. The "Goofy Legs" picture was taken in CVS. We were all kneeling on a kids stool that had actual legs. Kind of makes you do a double take hm?