Saturday, July 01, 2006

Credit Card Bill

Think Alfred Hitchcock.
T'was a dark and stormy night. The gallant hero slowly steps towards the mail. Slowly, purposefully, he slits the envelope open with his Victorinox.
Hands trembling like that of an elderly man with Parkinson's, he pulls the folded papers out.
He unfolds it.
And promptly lets out a bloodcurling shriek.
Arrrgghhhhhhh!!!
So much for giving my kid sister a Visa Platinum card.