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I got a call from my loan agent who said my ARM had adjusted
and I owed a balloon payment.
I said great.
I’ll be right down.
Can I get that balloon from a clown?
The agent who helped me when I arrived did look like Ronald McDonald,
but I’m not sure that was intentional.
That balloon cost a lot more than I expected.
I would have expected a number of balloons for that amount.
That’s the tough thing about the housing market.
I was going to cash out and use the money to buy balloons,
but that’s no longer looking like a very good investment.
The peculiar thing is the whole time
we were there discussing my ARM,
I kept giving them a flexed biceps shot.
You would think the loan agents would have had the courtesy
to acknowledge the progress with my weight lifting program.
I guess they were jealous and preoccupied with the balloons.
If I were a shark I could bite one of the balloons, then
they would pay attention to my arms.