Mint.com is like your bubbeleh; it constantly reminds you of what it feels is best for you.
With a bambina on the way and without my formerly phat W-2 from the Borg, I’ve grown a cozy relationship with Mint. Once a week, Mint and I sit down together for a Ben Levin ristretto and go over how we’ve been spending our coins of the realm. Over one such espresso, I encountered a debit transaction of $140.79 levied by the City of Seattle. It brought back a dreaded memory, that started off as a lovely experience.
In early March, Megumu and I were returning home to Wallingford. We had just gone in for our montly kibbitz with Heather, our amazing midwife. It was a mild spring afternoon, the kind that shows off all of the bloom against the PNW greenery we love so much. We were happy; buuteeq was starting to get its sea legs, Megumu’s Masters in Public Health was going great, and the pregnancy was healthy and strong.
And then disaster struck from high above . . . with cunning and clandestine cruelty!
A camera planted by the tax payers of our City caught us whizzing along at 43 MPH in a 35 MPH zone. Oy! As a dutiful first child, I paid the fine without protest. In exchange, the Department of Transportation of the State of Washington, agreed to avoid issuing Megumu and me a moving violation.
To my knowledge, I am the first member of my extended family to be gifted a speeding ticket by a robot. Ergo, I feel obliged to issue a gentle warning to all of you in the form of my most dear medium:
happiness of Spring
blooming flowers, and such
but then, robot foils
