WaMu Goes KaPut

Among the least satisfying things to wake up to in the morning:

+ A horse head in your bed.

+ The musical stylings of Wham.

+ A hungover Bruce Vilanch.

+ Numerous newspapers with giant headlines indicating that the bank you keep all of your money in has, well, run out of money.

Fortunately, Washington Mutual was purchased by JPMorgan Chase, so I didn't lose all the money I have to my name. All checking and savings deposits up to $100,000 are insured by the Federal Deposit Insurance Corp, and though I'll have to check, I'm pretty sure I just squeezed in under the cut-off.

My day soon got better as a really nice woman and mother of three named Carolyn waved to me as I parked at Starbucks. Turns out, she had read this blog and wanted to sign the van. She then proceeded to exit the coffee chain with espressos in tow, wishing me luck.

A barista soon followed with news that Carolyn had paid for a Starbucks drink of my choice which, if my calculations are correct, is worth slightly more than all of the money I have in the bank.

This act of kindness reassured me that as long as our country is filled with good caring people (or as John McCain likes to call them, "the fundamentals of our economy") everything is going to be fine for the good old US of A.

Still, I am looking pretty smart right now for not owning a house.