Tonight, I heard a knock on our door and I came out of my room to answer it but M had beaten me to the punch. It was the little girl from upstairs and she had mail for M. It was Citibank, the people that gave M her $8,000 loan for her car. I was pretty much expecting it to be your run of the mill statement but I was hoping it was a letter saying she was getting all of her shit repo’d. Much to my surprise, it was neither!
So what was it? A credit card! Yep. They gave her a credit card with a $1500 limit in addition to her $8,000 loan. They must see her as pure dollar signs.
I immediately grabbed a pair of scissors and handed them to her, “M. Cut that in half right now.”
“But, it’s shiny.”
“Seriously, you have to cut it up.”
“Noooo… I’m gonna keep it!”
Well, that’ll be maxed out by Sunday.
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