I recently tried to open a new account with a local credit union, but somehow my thousand dollar check has gotten kind of misplaced. The girl I talked to on the phone put me on hold for a long time while she talked to the mail room guy, but no one’s seen it so far. “I think it hasn’t come in yet,” she said uncertainly.
“You think?” I said.
At this point I’m pretty sure that this credit union is just three people working out of someone’s basement. Yet still I am considering opening an account with them, assuming they ever track down my money. So who is dumber? As always, it’s me.
As if to prove such an assertion beyond a reasonable doubt, I spent much of yesterday playing the Nintendo 64 version of Zelda, which has 3-D characters, cute voices and adventure game-style puzzles as well as the more traditional hack and shoot. It is awesome. More awesome than my article, apparently, which is due today at noon. But last night I dreamed I had to take a take-home test and write a Shakespeare play for Hagar, so waking up to find I only have one article to write was a big relief.