Originally Posted by
Rearden
This is just gettin' downright spooky now.
I had a bunch of questions that I was too impatient to post, so I called Texas and was hooked up with Lynn. She's readin' my posts as we speak and all of the sudden says "are you Rearden?"
But that ain't the spooky part.
After she answers all of my questions and asks when I'm gonna order, I explain that I'm just waitin' on a check from an amnesiac (I am when it's all said and done - but a vessel through which money flows).
It seems that the poor unfortunate developed the ailment sometime between me installing his new bar and him buyin' a fancy new German car.
I can certainly understand though, he probably just got confused is all. You know,...car...bar...what with him just bein' a po' little ol' tort lawyer and me bein' the independently wealthy financier and international master of arbitrage - that's building glorified boxes out of a big shed in his back yard. Perfectly understandable.
So I hang up with Lynn and not ten minutes later my phone rings. Wouldn't ya know it's my new BFF, the amnesiac. Seems he's been vacationing in some third world paradise and was just now gettin' caught up with the daily death threats that I've been leavin' with his secretary. He was a little upset about some mention I may have made about eating his still beating heart in front of him and his children, but he assured me that everything would be made right as rain, and pronto.
How's that for serendipity? So now all's right with my world, and he assured me..."the check's in the mail!"
Of course he is still a lawyer...
You don't think...?