The Occasional Solipsist

I thought all banks were supposed to be evil. That it was their sole purpose to find new and more incomprehensible ways to steal money from their customers. I mean honestly, who ever heard of a bank actually admitting fault and giving back a customer money??

Well today my wife and I received a cheque for a not completely insignificant amount refunding a very small portion of mortgage fees paid on a house we sold years ago. Apparently the highwayrobbers' bank's auditing process turned up a discrepancy in the amount they billed us when the mortgage was paid off at the time of transfer.

And they cut us a cheque for the difference.

I should probably point out here that this sort of thing never happens to us.

Ever.

We actually think of ourselves as The Break-Even Kids. Meaning there's probably an expensive car servicing or similar cost in our very near future.

I almost tore the letter from the bank up when I first saw it, assuming that it was an invitation to join their latest monthly fee plan, or a bid to guilt me into buying even more life insurance.

Of course, the downside to this is that now every time I do get one of those stupid offerings, I'll be opening it up like a sucker, expecting there to be a cheque inside.

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