I'm not the only crazy one

   So DMan gets up this afternoon, after not sleeping well from the construction ruckus going on all day, and looks at his mail.  The new checks he ordered with our soon-to-be new address on it came, and the zip code was printed wrong.  This wouldn't have been a big deal, but he was down to three checks left (he's one of the few people on earth that still writes checks, he thinks it's unsafe to use his debit card except at the ATM!).  So he calls the customer service number and gets an automated system that can't even repeat back his phone number correctly.  Now he is usually a very patient man, but he went ballistic!  Cussing out the recording, even using the big daddy "F" word.  He throws on his clothes and heads out in a fury to straighten things out at the bank.  Well, he ended up getting the nicest customer service man to help him, that told him not only could he keep the fouled-up checks and use as many as he needed but he wouldn't be charged for the checks, either.  Then he tells DMan that his account has been being charged a fee that should have stopped back in January, so he was crediting DMan's account $56!  DMan came back all settled down and tickled that the credited money would nearly cover the cost of his golf excursion coming up on Friday.  So hah, I'm not the only one that goes berserk before there's anything to go berserk about, and some times things work out better than they start out.
   But not always.  I've been chatting back and forth with my lawyer's secretary about changes I need made to my will since I'm living with DMan now.  She's been assuring me that they could type up some added something to make it work and it wouldn't cost me "much."  Then today she calls to tell me the lawyer has "serious concerns that what I want to do won't work and he must meet with me."  I say, "I'm trying to keep the cost down because I'm not working right now.  What will that cost to meet with him?"  And she says, "Oh, not much.  There's not a set fee.  He only charges by the hour."  So I ask, "How much is that?"  "Only $150 per hour," she says, without even an apology.  $150 per hour, now that's crrr-azy!!  But I'm going to meet with that lawyer and pay the extortion money because I want my will to be right so that DMan can have any of my junky belongings that he wants.  What's really crazy is that my will probably will cost more than any of my stuff is even worth.
   Lastly, it's been almost eight weeks since I smoked a cigarette and I've been jonesing like crazy for the nasty, stinky things.  I even dreamed about smoking all night the other night.  What's that all about?!  Can't wait for a time when I am done with them forever, if that ever comes.
   Oh well, Yall have a dandy crazy night!