The Sweet Man and I recently refinanced our mortgage,
and for reasons SO BORING you would keel over and die if I explained them,
we overpayed our property tax escrow account
to the tune of you-could-buy-a-crappy-used-car-with-the-amount.
Youngsters, I give you the AMC Gremlin, a REAL CAR from the seventies.
So when I received an envelope from the escrow company this week
that looked tantalizingly check-y, I was understandable excited.
Wooo!! Christmas just came early!!
BUT, when I opened the envelope?
Yes, you read that amount right.
The company generated,
signed,
enveloped,
addressed,
and STAMPED a check for...
FIVE FREAKIN' CENTS.
When I called the company to try to wrangle my ACTUAL amount owed,
Dan assured me that we would be receiving our refund,
since - in his words - the county wanted the correct amount "to the penny."
"It's funny you should mention 'pennies'," I said,
and told him the tale of the Amazing Miniature Check.
So, wish me luck!
I'll be waiting by the mailbox.
