Bank of America has started to hound us for money. That means it's time to begrudgingly send them a payment. It makes me feel slightly better to scribble some opinions on the envelope in hopes that a lonely mailroom employee will get a chuckle. More than likely though, a robot will open this. A robot that is taking my money. A money-taking robot of death.It's not that I dislike paying bills. I love it when we can. It's just that we're on the "rotation" plan, where we have to rotate which bills don't get paid. Seems to work out fine if you don't NOT pay the same people two months in a row.
I feel if I have to pay the bill, I might as well get some amusement out of it.