I spent the summer working on a Mr. Bean’s ice cream truck and when I was through, he paid me with a rain check.
“Sorry,” said Mr. Potter of First National City, “we cash only papers checks here.”
I had a similar problem at each bank, and check casher, I called on.
“Too wet to cash,” they told me. Dispirited, I sat on the curb, had a takeout cheeseburger, fries and a diet cola.
I was famished; the food was delicious.
Didn’t notice it until it was too late.
While I ate, my summer earnings evaporated in the August sun.