Screwed

“They won’t leave me alone!”, she cried. “They call me at home, at work.  They send threatening letters.  What do they expect me to do?  Grow money in a pot out back to pay them?”

“You only have yourself to blame you know.”  You’re already living paycheck to paycheck.  Credit cards aren’t supposed to be a tool to get you through the month.  It was bound to catch up with you.”

“Thanks for your support Mike”, she said sarcastically, “You’re a dear brother.”

“Well honestly!  You’re pacing around, worrying about your finances Megan, all the while swinging your designer purse in your three hundred dollar heels.  You’re making no effort to reign in your spending.”

“I have so,” she said outraged.  “It’s been weeks since I had my nails done!  Just look at them.”  She waived her French manicured nails under his nose.  “It’s takes money to look this good you know.”

“Money you don’t have,” Mike said with a snort.  “Face it Sis, you’re gonna have to file bankruptcy.  It’s the only way out.  You can’t hide from the creditors forever.”

“I can’t!  What will Mom and Dad say?  I’m twenty-one years old Mike.  I’ve only been on my own for a few years.  If they find out they’ll kill me!”

“Well they certainly won’t be impressed with you that’s for sure,” he said with a smirk. “To be honest though, they can’t be that surprised.  I mean for goodness sakes, you work at a sunglass hut in the mall.  They’ll probably be relieved to know that it’s all credit card debt and that you haven’t joined an escort service or something.”

She stopped her pacing abruptly.  “Hey, there’s an idea.”

Mike slapped a hand to his forehead. “Oh my God!” he said, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

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