Its Fine

Then there was this one week, which was just Fine!
Monday night, I quietly slip a check for the month’s rent in the deposit box for the leasing office in a white envelope measuring 4.125 inch x 9.25 inches with one of those cute little see through windows at the front for address, hoping nobody notices that the rent is late by a week (amnesia strikes more people than flu). Tuesday I find a letter stuck to my door stating: Letter of Eviction. Dumbfounded, I talk to the leasing office and get slapped a fine of $210, to stay. Thursday afternoon, I’m driving home happy after a superb banquet luncheon, and I see those all too familiar red and blue flashing lights in the rear view mirror. I was doing 77 in a 60 MPH limit zone. I normally do 80. It was my little Christmas gift to the City of Houston ($233). Friday evening, my car is lost. Of course, it got towed! 2 hours and 184 dollars later, I’m thinking: maybe I’m not handicapped after all.

Gifts can be brought on credit cards, fines are always paid in hard cash.