The story began about 3.5 months ago, when we moved into our current house.
I went to the local Bank of America to change my address (being a computer whiz actually resulted in my mistrust of doing finance through the internet). And there I saw a sign, near the table where one writes deposit tickets, that
Furthermore, I vaguely remember my sisters using such things.
Fast-forward to today. I was writing some checks for various bills, and noticed that I am on the 33rd check in the checkbook. Well, normally checks come in books of forty, so I thought, "Oh, I am almost out." But my checkbook still felt rather full and heavy. It did not feel like only 7 sheets of paper. So I thought, "Maybe I remembered wrong. Maybe they come in books of fifty?"
And guess what I found?
Well, for starters, the check book has indeed forty checks.
The kicker is, I found out what those extra 20 or so pages are: they are the printed deposit tickets.
Suddenly, I feel very much like Ralph Wiggum.