What can we get for sixty-three cents?

I'm hoppin' mad.

I got home last night and a credit card statement glared at me from the counter. It was from a certain bank that I won't name since they can hire more lawyers than I can sling a dead cat at. By the way, Pops, thanks for that one. I don't know why anybody would really want to sling a dead cat, but I get the point.

Considering my history with this company, I was a bit shocked to see they still had my name on file. This is a card (and subsequent debt) I had carried since before birth, finally paying off a couple of months ago. I started to rant and rave because the statement showed a 19-cent balance. No way was I gonna put a 37 cent stamp for a check made out for 19 cents. Collectors could call all day with their lawyers banging at my front door and I wasn't gonna do it. Then my wife looked at the statement and pointed out that I overpaid by 19 cents. They owe me!

I'm gonna daily harass them until I get my check. Then I'm not gonna cash it, and their books will be off by 19 cents every year. They're gonna spend millions on accountants looking for that 19 cents. They will rue the day.

By the way, the title comes from a favorite rap group from years ago- Boogie Down Productions.