Not only was I laid off by a pool-table having, foozball-playing, 35 hour work week, free sodas and bagels dot com, but last week, I received my letter from “Dubya” promising that he’ll be returning $300 of the dollars that the government overcharged me.
The clencher, however, came last Tuesday. While walking to the Burrito Brothers on lower Dupont Circle, I noticed a very familiar face smiling coyly back at me. On the door was a missing persons poster for Chandra Levy, stating where she had last been seen and asking for me to provide any information I had on her.
If only I had invested in the stock market and lost my ass last year, I’d have a straight flush.