Going through a week's worth of mail last night, I came across a letter from "Les Cardiologues Associés," which I guess is the cardiologists' association from the Heart Institute. Looking at the envelope, I'm figuring it's a letter of congrats for being such a studmuffin (hey, I can dream, can't I?), or, you know, a letter of thanks for volunteering for experimental drug tests that might help others live longer lives.
I was wrong.
Inside the envelope is a bill. For $25. That I owe to a certain cardiologist. For whom I volunteered as a guinea pig.
And why do I owe this $25? Because the Régie de l'assurance automobile required that he give his signature on a form for my driver's license.
Twenty-five lousy fucking dollars. I'm thinking of paying it in rolls of pennies. Because if it's that important to him, I'm sure he'll take it any way he can.
posted by Michel @ 11:11 AM
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