Tuesday, September 28, 2010

In the Dawes,Tomes, Mousley, Grubbs Fidelity Fiduciary Bank

Wasn’t it great whenever you pulled out that yellow Community Chest card in Monopoly that awarded you with $200 due to a "Bank Error in Your Favor"? Ha, what a ruse!

In real life that NEVER happens, in the event of an error, it’s RARELY in your favor. With all the bungling nonsense that Wells Fargo has put me through, incorrectly processing two savings accounts, a checking, and credit card accounts, totally incapacitating me from accessing any of my funds, it's been a far cry from a "Bank Error in Your Favor". The company is full of incompetent fools; walk in to your local Wells Fargo branch and expect to get a ear full of hot air financial jargon gobbledygook. In fact, last time I walked in, they were posting up a sign that read "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here". And rightfully so, it's been a nightmare doing business with Wells Fargo. What happened to the olden days before there were banks, back when people used to hide their gold, silver, and cash in all kinds of places from socks to under mattresses and in double sewn curtains? With the way this Wells Fargo fiasco has carried on, and in our current economic crisis, I am starting to think the safest place to invest my money is in a hole in the ground.

I feel quite like Michael Banks, who in "Mary Poppins" when affronted by the elderly miser Mr. Dawes who aggressively tries to persuade me to invest my money in the Fidelity Fiduciary Bank, to the point of actually snatching it out of my hand without my explicit permission-which I had never had any intention of giving! Wells Fargo, oops, I mean Dawes sings "If you invest your tuppence wisely in the bank, safe and sound, soon that tuppence, safely invested in the bank, will compound! And you'll achieve that sense of conquest, as your affluence expands! In the hands of the directors, who invest as propriety demands!", ever the greedy money changer. All the while preventing me from accessing my money.

(See the video here)

Michael protests and yells "GIVE IT BACK! I WANT MY MONEY!" The other customers hear, and all panic, and in mass hysteria they rush the tellers effectuating a run on the bank, withdrawing their money, causing the bank to suspend business.

Which started me to thinking, in real life, IF you were to draw the "Bank Error in Your Favor" card, is it ethical to keep the money?

Of course I should keep it! What a question! The bank would certainly keep the money if it were a "customer error in your favor". The first thing I would do is check my Wells Fargo account to make sure they didn't take it from one of my other accounts. Once resolved, I'd take the extra money and spend it QUICK before the bank figured out! I mean, after all, it's their fault, they are in error. Would you give back the $10 for winning 2nd place in the Beauty Pageant if you were unattractive if you drew that Monopoly card?

But, then again, no! In fact, you could probably be held guilty of fraud, or stealing the money. You might even "Go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect $200", or have to pay a fine. Business has evolved since those days of Monopoly dreaming of "get rich quick" (get poor quicker) schemes, and not reporting a bank error could get you in serious trouble. If fact, the Monopoly game could do with an update, one fitting to our present economic situation, the Recession Edition, one where nobody has any money, houses don't sell, and the car token has a family living out of it.

But if there was a bank error in my favor, I'd keep the money but use it for something chartiable to give back to the community, like cleaning up the Baltic Avenue slums or perhaps for patching up the Boardwalk. St. Charles' Place could use a good resurfacing, the asphalt pavement has seen so much traffic. Maybe I'd even put in a new rail line, the "Grand Funk Railroad" to loosen the strain on the other modes of transportation and improve the travel infrastructure (I mean ... for goodness' sake, there's only ONE car in the whole area). If I had any leftover after that, I'd throw some in towards "The Uncle Pennybag's Rehab Fund". Poor guy got hooked on the "thimble" back in the Hippie 60's, the stuff's ruled his life ever since, and it's taken him so long to get back on his feet. I guarantee you that that "Get out of jail free" card has come in pretty handy and was worth holding on to as it's gotten him out of some sticky situations...


So, reader, both you faithful "followers" of this blog, I turn the question over to you. What do you think... ethical or unethical?

Friday, September 3, 2010

Miss Peach Pit "Princess Peach" Palmer,

You are loved, you are missed, you are remembered. Thank you for filling the shoes that made all the difference in our lives. Peachy, it's painfully wrenching watching my little girl die ever so slowly, suspecting the end is near.

Peachy, though your time with us was short, you taught me several life lessons. I hope never to forget. Some would say that I'm too '"soft", but I can't stand to see any living thing suffer. Any animal of ours are our children, NOT just a pet.
Thank you for teaching me humility. I had never prayed over a sick animal before; and I initially felt silly praying for a sick hamster. A hamster?! Come on, seriously?! Suddenly, a flood of scriptures entered my mind, " Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? " And "one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father." And "cry unto him ... over all your flocks." and the story when Mary Fielding Smith asked her brother Joseph and James Lawson to administer to her fallen ox on the plains. And like a child, I yielded to my knees because that was the only thing left I knew how to do. Like a son, submitting his will to that of the Father, you taught me "before honour is humility ".
Thank you for teaching me how to be happy in the midst of our grievous trials and afflictions. You were the happiest hamster for us, running in your ball and playing with us, munching on your sunflower seeds, always coming to the sound of my voice, even up until the end when you didn't have much left. You did in fact teach me something vitally important- in the gall of bitterness and the dregs of misery, we find the greatest strength and support by drawing close those we love. When we become occupied in our misery and suffering, may we never forget that in serving others and putting their happiness above our own we can overcome the sorest afflictions. Thank you for living for me through those last painful hours.

Peachy, even though we had you for only a short time, we love you a great deal. Thank you for being part of our " happy little family".
Love,

"Daddy"