This is the story of my very first paycheck. If you like money and all that money entails, you should enjoy this story. Here goes.
It’s mine. It’s mine. I clutch the thin rectangle shaped piece of paper that entitles me to… well, for modesty’s sake I’ll leave the amount out of it. It’s mine!!
I bring the check to the bank where I intend to cash it. The lady infront of me in line is questioning one of the other tellers, so I scoot by her to the next available. And lucky me, it’s Jonathan. The tall, adorable blonde tellerboy who is there almost everytime I go to the bank. I hand over the now slightly mangled envelope and tell him it’s my very first paycheck. He kindly, and rather cutely, explains to me what I do with the checks if I want to cash them or deposit them blah blah blah. Sorry, I didn’t catch that last part Jonathan because I was looking into your big blue eyes… Okay, I’ve regained composure. He gets out the money and counts it out for me as my eyes widen. All this money for me? But it’s not quite time for my birthday.
I strut out the bank with remarkably more bounce in my step than I had when I went in. I get into my mother’s white minivan and it’s off to the mall.
And then… all gone.
What did I spend all this money on, you may ask. Well, y’know. Just the regular: clothes, ermmm… clothes, and some more clothes. A male stripper, lunch, and some gas. Y’know, girly stuff.
So until a week from Friday, I sit here waiting for my next bundle of money. Which of course will be deposited right into the bank. (wink wink Mum & Dad).
