Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for May 15, 1997
Transcript:
Val: You look like death warmed over. What's up? Joan: My comptuer was repossessed today. Val: With no warning? Joan: Yes! Well, no...they sent me a few notices, but I couldn't pay them so I threw them away. Val: So, in your world, debt is kind of out-of-sight, out-of-mind thing. Joan: Well, sure. How else could I get any sleep?