I Forgot What I Was Going To Say

Driving up to Traverse City this morning, I thought of something really clever to post, regarding something I heard on NPR. Sadly, the clusterfuck that was my Traverse City stop blew it right out of my head.

Instead, I’ll mention that we live in an age of wonders: I deposited a check to my bank last night at about this time. With my scanner. So you know what? Fuck my flying car. I don’t need a flying car. I can deposit checks at 11pm in my underwear. We bought 100 of those forever stamps a couple months ago, and I think they are going to last us forever. I bet the stickum on the back will have dried out by the time we go to use the last one and we’ll have to tape it on. Hopefully the One World Government Postal Service will honor it.

Crossposted with klech.net