Tag: New Year

  • The Bounced Cheque

    Dear Sir:

    I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month.

    By my calculations, three ‘nanoseconds’ must have elapsed between his presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it. I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire salary, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years.

    You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.

    My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways.

    I noticed that whereas I personally attend to your telephone calls and letters, when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become.

    From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person. My mortgage and loan payments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.

    Be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope. Please find attached an Application Contact Status which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative. Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof.

    In due course, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Let me level the playing field even further. When you call me, press buttons as follows:

    1– To make an appointment to see me.
    2– To query a missing payment.
    3– To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.
    4– To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.
    5– To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.
    6– To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home.
    7– To leave a message on my computer. (A password to access my computer is required. A password will be communicated to you at a later date to the Authorized Contact.)
    8– To return to the main menu to listen to options 1 through 7.
    9– To make a general complaint or inquiry, the contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service.

    While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call. Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.

    May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous, New Year.

    Your Humble Client

  • Politically Correct Seasons Greetings

    Please accept without obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, politically correct, low stress, non-addictive, gender neutral, celebration of the summer/winter solstice holiday, practised within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasions and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all.

    I wish you a financially successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2010, but with due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures or sects, and having regard to your race, creed, colour, age, physical ability, religious faith, choice of computer platform or sexual preference.

    Any references in this greeting to "the Lord", "Father Christmas", "Our Saviour", "Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer" or any other festive figures, whether actual or fictitious, dead or alive, shall not imply any endorsement by or from them in respect of  his greeting, and all proprietary rights  in any referenced third party names and images are hereby acknowledged.

    Bah Humbug to the Politically Correctness: Hope you have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

  • New Year’s Resolutions you can Keep

    Are you sick of making the same resolutions year after year that you never keep? Why not promise to do something you can actually accomplish? Here are some resolutions that you can use as a starting point:

    1. I want to gain weight. Put on at least 30 pounds.

    2. Stop exercising. Waste of time.

    3. Read less.

    4. Watch more TV. I’ve been missing some good stuff.

    5. Procrastinate more.

    6. Drink. Drink some more.

    7. Take up a new habit: smoking.

    8. Spend at least $1000 a month on Ladies of the Night.

    9. Spend more time at work.

    10. Take a vacation to someplace important: like to see the largest ball of twine.

    11. Stop bringing lunch from home: I should eat out more.

    12. Quit giving money & time to charity.

    14. Start being superstitious.

    15. Have my car lowered and invest in a really loud stereo system. Get the windows tinted. Buy some fur for the dash.

    16. Speak in a monotone voice and only use monosyllabic words.

    17. Only wear jeans that are 2 sizes too small and use a chain or rope for a belt. Only wear white T-shirts with those fashionable yellow stains under the arms.

    18. Personal goal: bring back disco.

  • Mary’s New Year Letter

    Yikes! What a year! Joseph forgot to make reservations at the Bethlehem Inn. (His carpentry projects aren’t the only thing made out of wood!) So they stick us in this stable full of stale hay and stinking animals and guess what?

    I go right into labour! "No problem," my obstetrician said, "make the trip."

    Anyway, we have a new baby boy that we think is truly special, but it’s been a madhouse ever since. First, we can’t agree on a name. Joseph likes Immanuel; I’m holding out for Jesus. Next, all these shepherds stop by to gawk (as if the smell wasn’t bad enough already!). At least these three camel jockeys brought gifts (ever try to exchange myrrh without a receipt?). We can’t get a good night’s sleep with that stupid star shining through the cracks in the ceiling, and every store in town is sold out of swaddling.

    Well, got to go. Joseph had another one of his goofy visions, so I guess we’re off to Egypt. This time, I make the reservations!

    All my love,

    Mary