Del’s PayPal account
representative called.
She says the $100 he’s
been waiting for two weeks
to arrive in his business account
has been in his personal account for
two weeks, but that his personal account
is blocked, since it was canceled 5 years ago
for lack of payment for two Chevron charges
that he insists (and still does) were not
his. About an hour later, Del
called to remind
you that
this is
not a
pop
ular
ity con
test. Says,
Stiff upper
lip. Tread
warily. That
sort of thing.
What he seemed
most excited about,
the very reason for the
call, I’d surmise, was to
invite you to a party he’s
throwing this Saturday
afternoon. There’ll be
hopscotch (he’s com
missioned four artists
who’re currently
painting away
at his lawn),
croquet
and (Of
course!
he chimes)
fancy photobooths.
I dislike these messages,
I say, aloud, but whimpering,
you that
this is
not a
pop
ular
ity con
test. Says,
Stiff upper
lip. Tread
warily. That
sort of thing.
What he seemed
most excited about,
the very reason for the
call, I’d surmise, was to
invite you to a party he’s
throwing this Saturday
afternoon. There’ll be
hopscotch (he’s com
missioned four artists
who’re currently
painting away
at his lawn),
croquet
and (Of
course!
he chimes)
fancy photobooths.
I dislike these messages,
I say, aloud, but whimpering,
who’s broke and confused now?
Something indeed seems quite off.
Something indeed seems quite off.
