Full disclosure: I fantasize a lot about winning a sizable but not insane amount of money ($200k?) and going around fixing my friends' and my own problems with the signing of a check. Bam - student loans paid off. Bam - down payment for a house. Bam - go back to school.
Lately, though, the daydreaming has been on a smaller-yet-still-large scale. If I could just have $8,000 or so to subsist while I complete a cool-yet-unpaid internship, to support me while I write my thesis, etc. Get me set up so I can be hireable and have a roof over my head, too. And maybe an occasional meal. Or beer.
The problem with thoughts like this is that it makes me scared that I'll be punished for my greed with some O.Henry-esque twist of fate. Some man in a dark suit will show up on my doorstep one rainy night telling me that a relative has died in a tragic accident. But wait. There's something you should know. It turns out they were quite fond of you, Evelyn, and wanted to leave you a little of their modest fortune. The amount, you ask? Eight thousand dollars.
SFX: LIGHTNING CRASH
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