I got hustled by some smooth-talking Hare Krishna wearing a puka shell necklace. I assume he stepped out of a time-machine from 1992, so his money is probably almost worthless in today's economy - I gave him a dollar for some miserable booklet about yoga.
I was also unable to deposit my insurance settlement check. I have a terrible habit of keeping checks for a long time, laboring under the bizarre delusion that a check is safer as a physical quantity than a nebulous amount in a bank. As such, this one - the big one, the check on which a great deal of my plans depend - exceeded the 90-day limit. I'm a little frantic, even though I'm fairly sure my insurance company is bound to reissue the check.
Given these two events, I am now $3,901 poorer than I expected to be today.
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