and it's here on the table next to me. care to guess what it is?
hint: it's not a piece of toast with the image of jesus seared into it. it's not a cornflake in the shape of the virgin mary.
it's certainly not a former colleague of smokey robinson.
no, it's a check for $124 from the state of washington. a refund for the ticket i got for talking on my cell phone while driving.
the beauty part is, i was absolutely guilty. i was talking, i was driving. talking, driving. talkingdriving. one hand was free, but the other one held the phone firmly to my ear. the conversation was really important, though. a matter of life and death.
no, not really. the conversation was completely extraneous.
did i mention that i was guilty? yeah, totally.
despite these facts, which are not in dispute, the state has decided to give me back my money. because of some glitch in the technicalities of the fine print of the nuances of the legalities of the law.
which is to say, the state screwed up.
how often does this kind of thing happen? seriously, how many times in your life have you gotten your money back for something like this? i mean, never, right? it just does. not. happen.
and yet...there it is. an official check signed by the treasurer of the state of washington, jesus buddha muhammad.
i can get used to the idea of the occasional minor miracle. especially when the proof is on the table, close enough to touch.
but the pilgrims milling about our yard have to go.
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