Sign by the X, please

I know it's early, but that's life here now...

So, we are at the bank this morning for one of those pesky little financial housekeeping events in which you are required to sign your life away--not once--not twice--but 45 times in triplicate without any understanding of a single word. So after document #45 which was the "Disclosure that We just Screwed You Anally," she whips out one more item for signature: My book.

Ha! Smart woman bought it at the local B&N as a little title insurance I think.