Nice to know, tvr4Life. And here is more. No race yet, but I'm telling you, it's going to get good!
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Bill and Marsha Loney arrived at the house. A split-level bungalow located just a half-mile from Knob Hill. They looked to one another, ecstatic. This was it! They knew it, even before the lady in the minivan said a word, they knew it.
"Oh Bill, we've arrived!"
"You think so? Good. Because I've been dreading spending all day on this."
"Seriously, what do you think?"
But they both knew the answer to that. Knob Hill, just a drive away. Bill's transer to Microtech's Seattle offices would go smoothly, since Microtech was also located not too far away. Two bedrooms, with an option for three, just in case the Year 2000 would be 'their year' to have their firstborn. The house was also lovely, a whitish/mahogany-colored split-level costing outside of Bill's price range, but certainly a few months of steady earning at Microtech would absolve this. A minor setback, that's all.
....But before either ot them could speak a word, the lady from the minivan, a new-looking Dodge Grand Caravan, was heading toward them, her smile beaming so bright. Her smile spoke of many things: "too much caffeine" being top of the list.
"Well, here's my one o'clock! Ready for your tour? You must be Martha."
"Marsha".
"And I'm Bill. Bill Loney, nice to meet you."
Smiles all around.
"Grand. Well, let's go inside shall we?" asked the tallish brunette with the caffeinated smile. "I'm Tiffany Madison Wellington, and this", she said, pointing to the bungalow before them, "this is your new home."
Bill wanted to say something, and so did Marsha. But the smile won.
"Located just minutes from Knob Hill, Whole Foods two blocks away, and constructed a half-century ago from the strongest twelve-knot Washington pines and firs, here we've got a patio with Formellcia tiling, adorning its lovely hand-crafted cedar-coated battistas here. The door's a Polly Michele, brass knobs and fittings and hinges, with a Ghossen state-of-the-art computer-secured burglary system, it can be yours with a down-payment of just $699 dollars, plus applicable rebimursements, of course. Another option would be to sanction the mid-July paperwork to a mixed-clause 3-rate pulpulvesture, aside from early tempertedence, I'd say we're good to go. A -17.3% yearly return for early montly payments applied, Nonsequia-coated floors and tilings throughout..."
Bill wanted to say something, and so did Martha. Formellcia tiling? ... A -17.3% yearly return for early deposits? But .... But the smile won.
"And let's just crunch some numbers. A divesture portfolio of 0.9%, based on CCE credit holdings here in Washington state can be doubled at best, assuming a corporate levy of percentile leveraging..."
"Um... What?"
"Why just look at Enron, for example. An amazingly safe conpany to invest in these days, right? Guaranteed returns upon inside-NNG stock holdings, with CrossCountry concurrance to manage the dividend all the way, you see? Just think of "your" new home as an assetitive with a growth-diverted profit margin, and you're beginning to get the picture. Any questions?"
"Yes," Marsha answered, but by that point, both she and Bill had simultaneously forgotten most of the thigns on their list. The smile ... and all its caffeienated promises, and overwhelmed them. "Um, is it available now?"
"Great!" Tiffany answered, mentally notching up the margins in her head. "Let's get started with the paperwork."
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Later on that same day, riding on a wave of confidence and boundless ego, Tiffany Wellington now attended one of her son's early-spring soccer games.
"FAKE RIGHT! THAT'S IT! Now PUNT! PUNT, I SAY!"
Not really knowing that in soccer, the word "punt" meant absolutely nothing, but it didn't matter.
"YES! YES! YES! GOOOOOOOOAL!" went the game's announcer, and indeed her son's team, the Seattle Sidekickers, had won their first game in ages. "Score, 17 to 3, Sidekickers, thanks for attending today, folks, and have a safe trip driving in this rain."
The feeling .. that feeling of overwhelming confidence, became almost like an addiction. She had sold a modest home to that couple from California, her third sale since getting back from Rome. Her insolvency comprization would dip below 0, while her SSCS rating would skyrocket. She could already feel the claps on her back which would follow next Disclosure Day back at the office. The champagne, the winks from her boss. Bottom line, Tiffany Wellington felt more like a winner than ever.
It was in this climate that she decided to finally make the call which would change her life for good.
Yeah I know. Let's see what happens next. Eventually I think I might want to start posting videos of any races I do, and may ask for y'alls help, because I've never posted vids on YouTube before.
