Anticipating harmony
Don’t take life too seriously. Another call, from elsewhere, offering to reduce my card balance to zero. I can’t pass up an offer like that, so I answered some simple questions. The usual ones: how much debt and which card.
After making sure that I didn’t have to have a job to prevail from the offer, I confirmed that my card was black, and that I, maybe, owed more than three hundred thousand dollars. The advice was salient.
Take the card, spread some pizza sauce and mustard on the top. Then, bake briefly in the oven.
That is actually very good advice to pass along to anyone that has got the balance on the “back card” into stratospheric levels. You won’t notice if you burn the card, slightly. Pizza sauce goes with everything. And you might avoid worsening your state, before the bankruptcy proceedings begin.
I think I am going to keep my landline. The comedy quotient is high. Also, I get the feeling that the scam team is large, so I shouldn’t hit a repeat any time soon.
Breaking news: there is a new trombone in the area. If I can remain patient, we might get our local brass ensemble going, this decade. I am so pumped! Time to start tuba shopping. If anyone has one just standing around in a corner, let me know. I’m keen. Pumped. And a trombone and a tuba go together like PB and J in a local ensemble. We can learn to improvise the top hits. While the newer members learn how to read music.
