Payback

For this week's Trifecta challenge...

rain (transitive verb)
3: to take a lot of money in bill form and toss it up in the air. This is most effectively done at a strip club for the effect of raining one dollar bills on the dancers (and it makes them feel so pretty), or to snub a hater by throwing money into their face that then falls to the floor like rain (use this when paying a debt to a punk bitch who keeps asking for their money to the point that they are ruining your friendship or when dumping someone who has been bankrolling you for a while now that you're making money).

The phone kept ringing.  Day after day, she was tired of it being her alarm clock, waking her to remind her failure, telling her what a loser she was.  She didn't buy the car with the intention of not paying for it.  She had a good job, a comfortable apartment, and disposable income for impractical things like shoes that only matched one outfit.  Then everything fell apart.  She found herself jobless; sleepless, worrying day and night how she would pay the bills.  Being unemployed wouldn't allow her to maintain her fabulous lifestyle. Eventually, the bank took the car and she was forced to move back in with her parents.  But still, the phone calls continued.

She took a job doing the most degrading thing she could ever imagine:  counter girl in a fast food restaurant.  The indignity of having to ask, “Would you like fries with that?  Super-mega size it?” was offset by the fact that she was bringing home a steady paycheck.  Over time, she rose from counter girl to shift manager, then to general manager, each ascension bringing with it a small pay raise.  It would never make her rich, but it allowed her to set aside a bit of money every week.

Finally there was enough.  She went to her bank, and withdrew the money. She drove her old clunker to the loan company’s office.  Her purse pulled her shoulder down under the burden of all the money inside.  Requesting an audience with the collection agent who had made her life a living hell, she waited.  Finally, her name was called and she was face to face with her tormentor.  She looked him in the eye, fighting the urge to make it rain in his office when she hurled the money in his face.  Instead, she took a Post-It, wrote down her account number, then slapped the bundle of cash on his desk. She turned and with head held high, walked out without saying a word. 

She was finally free.