Tonight, in the middle of your first date with a girl you like, your veterinarian will come to your table and tell you that the check you gave him to have your cat put to sleep bounced. He'll joke with your date that she'd better be prepared to go Dutch, and that if she ends up marrying you she'd better hope that she doesn't one day need a $700 medical procedure because you'll probably end up taking the eighty dollar option and have her destroyed. Then the vet will lean in real close and tell you to make good on the check or he'll sick a collection agency on your ass, which will make you wish you were where poor little Whiskers is today. The vet will return to his table, and your date won't talk to you for the rest of the meal. You'll split the bill.
Happy Bounced Check Day!
