Sears Saturday
I lied. Sorry. I was going to post something about my current mid-life crisis, but the story's still a little whiny and God knows I hate to whine.
The phone rang at 8:31 this morning and I, of course, did not answer it. Trust me, they'll call again.
Answering the phone anytime these days is like having a drink with lunch or wearing shorts in public: It's perfectly acceptable behavior, but you want to think carefully first.
But I have Caller ID and it was Sears. In case you hadn't noticed, Sears a while back ceased being where America shopped and became the nation's loan shark. Seriously; if Sears shoppers suddenly went to a cash-only basis the chain would crumble in a week. But they'd still call me.
They're calling because I haven't paid them the pittance I send every month, which I'm sure they snicker over at Sears Central. Bought a fence six years ago and I've paid for it three times already. This is never a good idea.
I haven't paid them because I don't have any money currently. For a variety of reasons, my checking account is in negative numbers and has been for a few days. This is always an odd feeling, as if I'm Dan Ackroyd in "Trading Places" and someone's been messing with my life. Didn't I used to have money?
Yesterday a guy from the electric company came to my door, requesting I pay my bill. His truck was parked in front of my house and it had a big sign on it and everything; my neighbors must know. He was nice and all, and I wrote him a (currently) worthless check, but I'm pretty sure in the truck there were a pair of really big wire cutters.
There's plenty of food in the fridge and gas in the car, and I should get money in the mail today, and liberal guilt tells me that in the current land led by our Flight Suit-in-Chief real people are suffering from real need, but it's still strange. I'm playing Poor For A Day, and it doesn't feel noble or enlightening.
8:56. Sears just called again. Can one of you get that?
Chuck
9:11:11 AM 
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