Liquefaction is a bitch

Now I'm not saying we live in a time in which our entire country is built on the financial landfill of easy credit, just waiting to turn into the economic equivalent of the Marina district.

All I'm saying is that I received a credit card offer in the mail today that read "Pull to reveal your credit line" on the envelope, as if I were at some bingo hall on an Indian reservation. And as any reader of Elwood Reid knows, pull-tabs are the most desperate of the various state-lottery gaming devices, far worse than scratch-offs. There's no Fortunate Frog here, friends.

The top floor landed more softly than this metaphor.