Me: "Dad, you aren't allowed to come to the Union without Mom anymore. You get completely OC."
Dad: "Whatever, Liz. So you found Sean's fruit platter?"
Me: "Yeah, I tracked it down."
Dad: "Oh, so you grabbed your bag then too?"
Me: Dead silence. Realization sets in. "You're joking. Please tell me you're joking."
*Yelling*
In the bag was a loaf of my favorite bread from my mom. Sprouted whole grain wheat bread. She special orders it online. ALSO in the bag: A $1,500 check in my name.
I wasn't so much worried about someone cashing it and stealing my money...but the regional VA office in Missouri is essentially composed of a bunch of Nazis who, in all likelihood, would have refused to reissue me the check.
A few days ago I got an envelope from the UW police department. I have paid my parking tickets, all of them. Please. Please. Be the check.
In it was just the check, nothing else.
I LOVE PEOPLE. I LOVE PEOPLE. I LOVE PEOPLE.
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