I need to go to the bank. I owe them a dime.
It’s a long, sad, tale.
Sigh. OK, if you must know, I used the wrong bank card when I bought some food.
Fine. I paid the cash that I owed.
The bank sent a note. I still owed a dime.
They sent a note to say I owed a dime? As in TEN WHOLE CENTS? I know. It did not make sense (cents!) to me, too. It cost them way more than 10¢ to send me that note.
I did not pay the note any mind. Nor the one that came the next month, nor the next month.
The last note, though, said that they would cut me off if I did not pay up.
So far, they spent way more than a dime and I thought, “Those jokers.” But now I think I must pay up. I do not want one thin dime to get in the way of my good score. That would mean that the joke is on me.
So, I will go to town. First I will get my tooth fixed then I will fix the bank. I will pay what I owe. That’s just the kind of gal I am.
Inspired by the Daily Post
Wherein we are challenged to write a post using one-syllable words. Except for this tag line, which I hereby declare does NOT count, I think I managed it.
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