Wow, I just realized that that’s a bank built on sand… a sandbank?
It was unintentional, I swear!
(Also, I’m exactly one week early for ITLAPD. Arrr.)
In other news, I have a short piece of fiction up on McSweeney’s Internet Tendency.
“What’s that, Lassie? Timmy’s stuck in the machine?”
Now that I think about it, tipping seems to be something of a paradox. It’s a voluntary payment… given under duress :S
“I don’t tip.” – Mr. Pink
I don’t know which is more weird: the sign, or the man waiting impatiently in front of it.
Nothing says robbery like a dollar sign on a bag.
Where else does all the money go?
So it begins…
