I get a call from a bank near Girl's store, and apparently one of the employees was going out to get lunch for the office, and found her check book laying on the ground in the parking lot. Apparently this was a really old set of checks (pre-Universal Monsters, and pre-Scooby Doo), and it didn't appear as if any of them were stolen, but we had no idea it was missing at all. Who knows what damage could have been done. So, once again, we have to change our fucking checking account all around, which really sucks because they're STILL investigating our LAST fraud claims. How great does THAT look, eh? We're just lucky it was a bank employee that found the checks, and that the perp even dropped them at all. What the hell type of karma do we have against us? It's not like we go around stealing shit! So why does it happen to us so frequently? Girl ended up calling the police, and the deputy said it looked like whoever did it used a slim jim to pop the lock. At least it wasn't us just being careless.
Gotta love city-life.
Wooderson
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