Last Friday, there was a minor panic with the mortgage. I stupidly misplaced it in the bathroom at work and didn’t realize it until later on. Being a fan of transparency whenever possible, I informed Somara immediately when my search was a bust. She was was more concerned but I said I was already putting a Plan B together if necessary.
As I said earlier, it was a minor thing. The envelope was sealed, it had the proper postage and nobody could cash the check unless the crook’s name was Wells Fargo. I pitched this battle plan: the mortgage may have been mailed by the person who found it; the check goes to Dallas (takes one to two days) so I’d wait a week to see if it clears. If nothing happened by next Friday, I’d pay the $25 stop fee out of my own pocket and use Wells Fargo’s downloadable statement, mail it in again. The critical matters were covered in my proposal: we had enough money in the credit union and we would just be paying the mortgage two weeks earlier than planned.
The weekend passed. Nothing.
Monday passed and I check online at this new hang out I’m sticking with before I see Dr. Custer next time, the Lion & Rose Pub.
Tuesday morning arrived…boom, payment accepted by Wells Faro! What a relief.
It was nice to know somebody at work was nice enough to just mail it in. Somebody else is plagued with a conscience besides me!