A Confession

I am the "jerkburger" who called into friend Vague's work and asked "Can you tell me how much my next deposit is going to be for?"

It was a serious, and (I think) an excellent question, hardly meriting the transfer of the call to Miss Cleo's Psychic Hotline. It's just that the deposits, they been a long time comin' of late. Checking account coming disconcertingly to resemble the grain barn in midwinter. Figured some of these financial-type people could run one of their fancy simulations, tell me when I could expect a re-cal-i-bration in the whole fiscal picture round here. Ayup.