'A MAJOR BUM CHECK'
In one little 'Mainland' town I lived in during my long time away from Newfoundland, I had gotten to know many of the people in the town through my work, and also got to know many of their lives' situations-the good and the bad.
At one particular time the buzz around town concerned the middle-aged lady who owned the bookstore. I frequented her store quite often and knew her fairly well. And I, too, had heard the story of the young man who came to do redecorating on the shop and a romance developed between the owner of 'BETWEEN THE PAGES' bookshop owner and the handsome young man. The whole town was tuned in, as most small towns would be, to the unfolding drama of this May-December romance.
One day I dropped into 'Between the Pages' to pick up a book I had planned to buy. The lady wasn't there, but the young man was in charge it seemed, handling the cash register like a pro. I paid for my purchase with a cheque as I always did and left to go home.
When I pulled into my driveway a few minutes later my two teenagers were hanging out the door, and yelling for all the world to hear that "The man from the bookstore called and your cheque is no good!"
OK, now the whole neighborhood knows I pass out bad cheques! I immediately turned around and drove back to 'Between the Pages', wondering what in the world could be wrong with my cheque. Imagine my embarrassment when the young man passed me my cheque and there in my very own bold print I saw that I had made it payable to ' BETWEEN THE SHEETS!' Thanks Dr. Freud, wherever you are!