Once, when I was very small, my dad took me with him to the bank. Many years ago, banks made you fill out deposit or withdrawal slips at a counter before you got up to the teller to complete your transaction. My dad filled out his paperwork, and went up to the teller to do grownup bank things. I was small and bored and somewhat cranky, so I did something I had read about in a book once:

I took a deposit slip from the pile, turned it over, and wrote:

.. then I buried the slip in the middle of the pile, and went to join my dad at the teller window.

I was a bad, bad child. I wonder if anything ever happened because of my little prank – if someone’s sitting in jail right now for an attempted bank robbery, I’m really sorry. I was young! Like, 7 or something! Plus, I read about it in a book so you can’t really blame me – blame books. Reading is clearly evil and bad for you.

The fun part is figuring out what terrible part of my life is a direct karma payback for that little stunt. Oops!

Seriously though, I feel bad.

Even if it IS a little bit funny.

I am so going to hell.