Some things aren't true until you say them...
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10.17.2003 - 11:47 a.m. I was paying bills today. Somehow I never remember to pay them until I am right on that line between �timely� and �late.� Anyway, when I got to my energy bill, it looked something like this: Standard Offer Service...........(charge) This is where I went, huh? What check did I write in my sleep, and why couldn�t I think of anything better to spend it on? The devil on my left said, �Great! Time to go shopping!� The angel on my right answered, �Tsk tsk, must be moral,� So I turned to the right and said, �Shh,� then to the left and said, �Ooh, we could buy that paintball gun!� But by the time I started licking stamps for the other, non-screwy bills, the angel had the devil on her knees in a headlock. I wasn�t that surprised. The devil in me has always talked a better fight than she delivers, in most areas, while the angel�s got a black belt in some martial art I can never pronounce. I was sure disappointed, though. The angel made me call the company to report it. The $125 I�d love to spend on arms and munitions was apparently a payment made to the office on September 8. It was cash, so it�s completely untraceable, and nobody�s made a complaint about that particular amount of missing money. Basically, what this means is that I am sitting here waiting for a callback from the woman who is �looking in to it� so she can tell me how much I should really send on my check, when I could have left the money to cover the next two months� worth of heat and power with no one the wiser. Well, nobody but the victims of my paintball gun. Do I feel like a good citizen, like I�ve done the right thing? Well, yes. And I do realize that virtue is its own reward. But I�m enrolling my devil at the gym. -stonebridge |