This, is what I get for trying to be a good, dutiful son, and try and protect dad and mom from the evil bill collectors that they’re not entirely sure of whom exactly they all are.
I expected another round of potential overdraft dings, but certainly not to the magnitude of completely wiping out this particular bank account. Color me surprised when at dinner, I’m embarrassingly told that my card has been declined, and the mixed simultaneous feelings of dread and humility, before they were both drowned out by unadulterated anger.
Thanks dad and mom!
If you’re reading this, and have parents that are capable of taking care of themselves, I envy you.
If not, and you’ve got dysfunctional parents, specifically ones that incessantly shield themselves in a veil of ambivalence and ignorance of American living and the English language, that require their hands to be held on the most mundane of matters, regardless of your own personal circumstances, like living far, far away, then snicker and feel that private satisfaction in that you might not be alone, and that misery loves company.
Thank goodness my savings are with a different financial institution, because at least within its own network, Wells Fargo is about as relentless as T-1000 when it comes to finding moneys to usurp.
And to think that I didn’t really have anything to brog about today, and was going to have to dip into the well of fluff posts to put up instead.
