Green and white cruisers and coffee in mornings;
Baby alpacas and gardens I’m growing;
Sweet little Tobys who sleep in the sheets:
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the thieves strike
with their fake checks
and they take my cash,
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don’t feel so bad.
Except when I think that the defrauders walked out of the bank with $850 yet I have to take two days to fix things AND nobody can expedite putting that money back in my account yet. Then I feel bad.
Hmm, maybe that last verse doesn’t work so well…
EDITED TO ADD: After a morning of investigating, it turns out thieves did NOT take my money. There was a teller error–an error that had me freak out, create a new account, and miss work. “Gee, we’re really sorry about that. But at least there’s no fraud!” As my friend Sean says, “For the love of god!”
Thanks for the sympathy. 🙂
I second the “for the love of god!”
Sorry to hear you got stuck in such a ridiculous runaround…