This doesn’t happen every day, and it doesn’t happen to everybody. It only happens to me.
Becca and I went out for ice cream and exchanged gifts yesterday evening. My present included silly putty, bouncy balls, a hacky sack, play dough and – my favorite – a koosh ball. Hers is a “Happy Hour” sign and some champagne-shaped chocolates. Guess which one of us is older.
When I got to my house, my mom was home. I showed her my present and started playing with my koosh ball when she told me a man had been by to see me just then.
Yes, he’d been by to see me and he’d dropped off some papers.
And what do these papers say?
Oh, just that I’m being sued for fifty thousand dollars.
Clearly this problem cannot be solved by koosh.
Apparently, someone with my name is having some legal issues over a three-year-old car accident, and I was served her summons to appear in court. Our legal system at work. I read the papers and started to laugh, then said, “This isn’t funny!” My mom laughed back and said “No, it’s not!” Then we both laughed some more.
So tomorrow morning I have to call some lawyers and explain that I did not, in fact, cause an accident in the cities in 2002 (when I was seventeen and barely able to drive out of my driveway, by the way), and I will be paying no one $50,000. Then I will ask him how difficult the legal process is to change my name to something slightly less common. I’m thinking Shaquana, Decadence, or Bob. Not a lot of girl Bobs out there. The world needs more.
But hey, I’m not bitter. Not everyone can say, “Remember that time I went out for ice cream and got sued for fifty thousand dollars?” This doesn’t happen every day, and it doesn’t happen to everybody. It only happens to Bob.