At a basketball game when I was in the fifth grade, she yanked off my underwear and the whole crowd saw my wiener. There will be people who find it hilarious to this date. No, not in my case. For 10 years, I fantasized of exacting vengeance on her for the awful nickname, Wiener. For a decade, I kept thinking that if it weren't for that moron at the basketball game, everything would have turned out differently. And suddenly I see her picture among a pile of debtor files. Let me take care of her debt, please.
