having signed the bazillion documents late on monday after our trek, the last final step was to give that big fat check to the title company.
you know, the one that you got when you sold both of your kidneys to get the down payment.
for days we knew it was coming. i’ve been rooting through couches, counting pennies, calling in debts, breaking some legs, stealing recyclables, trying to come up with the right amount.
finally i thought i had it all figured out. stock options exercised (the price can STOP FALLING NOW thanks), moneys wired, and ready to sell my soul to the MAN.
and then i roll into the bank to do the wire transfer, and i see the sign that says: wire transfer deadline 1pm. are you shitting me? what? are you saying that after 1pm, old man mcrackity mcjones no longer can work the teletype to wire funds? shit, man this is 2007! have you ever heard of the INTERNET? fucking paypal sends shit like instantly. zip bang! you have GOT to be kidding me.
fine, i get a certified check instead, and suddenly i need to hoof it up to oakland to drop it off.
only thing is, when i’m getting into the 880 onramp, i actually skid and SPIN OUT on the cloverleaf. i don’t think i was going too fast, but maybe i was. i swear i wasn’t texting at the time. double swear. the image of me calling my loan broker saying, “ok, well, i have the check, but i’m stranded in santa clara” runs through my head.
thankfully, seemingly no damage to the miata. i back off of the curb, and get back on my way.
maybe a little more carefully. deep breaths. keep calm, you’re signing your life away, not trying to end it and actually throw it away.
i make it to oakland and drop it off. the title ladies are all crotchety about how the money has to go in today and they’ve already done the day’s deposits.
listen bizatches, i almost KILLED MYSELF getting this here. just take my damn money and be done with it.
Posted at April 18, 2007 6:38 PM | TrackBack