Finally, our last mortgage payment. To make a ceremony of it, we went to the bank and paid in person.
The teller processed everything and handed me the closing papers.
Heading for the door, I suddenly remembered a rebate check I'd brought along to cash.
I went back to the same teller. "Sorry, we can't do that," she explained. "You don't have an account here anymore."
I gave my father $100 and said, “Buy yourself something that will make your life easier.”
So he went out and bought a present for my mother.
Knock! Knock!
Who’s there?
Cash.
Cash who?
No thanks, I prefer peanuts.
It's not the pace of life that concerns me..
It’s the sudden stop at the very end!