Conditional Reality

Pinkslip Throwrug’s aunt had no children and never married. When she died she left most of her money to Pinkslip, who was unaccustomed to the burdens of buying power. Pinkslip lived in the woods in a crude shack. He placed the check from his aunt’s lawyers into his wood stove where it created a second of warmth. A few months later a man in a suit came to Pinkslip’s shack. He explained to Pinkslip how his firm’s books were unbalanced because Pinkslip had failed to cash the check. Fear not, said Pinkslip. I put the paper to very good use.