All That IWas Old Is New Again

Someday, say about Jan 12th when the banks start getting keys in the mail instead of checks there's gonna be some confusion and running around. Hold off for a minute that you can't really mail the keys back, the people that will be doing this don't know that. So, the junior loan processor talks to the loans supervisor who gets the senond vp of consumer credit accounts to come down and look into this pile of keys where a stack of checks should be. After a minute of scratching his youthful full head of hair he says; "Hey, is old Smitherers still around? You know the guy that was with the company 7-9 mergers/takeovers/aquisitions ago from that company that used to lend their own money out to the community and the community would deposit their money with them? I think it was called something something b-a-n-k." "He is? Good, get him up here and see if he remembers." Crotchety old Smithers is actually an ancient 49, his hair has a funny whitish tone in places. The whole tableau resembles the final scene of Logan's Run. Smithers looks at the pile of keys, the upturned faces full of botox and worry and says... "Oh, 1991 except faster and deeper and longer. About time. Hmmmpf." Reaching over to the wall he scrapes away posters announcing in-house education classes for tapping 401ks, cash back at closing seminars in Maui, HELOC loans at the local Hummer dealership to reveal a door. Painted over and nearly invisible only the faintest outline of the name "Repos and Dispensations" is visible. As the seal is broken, like on an ancient tomb, a whiff of Aquanet and Grecian Formula curls the nose hairs of the onlookers. Smithers bursts in to a room full of sleepy 50 somethings and says "breakout the bong and disco ball fellas, it party time once again!"