cancel raze there's this teller at my bank. he's from nigeria. i can't remember his name. he has a kind face. his accent is so thick it's hard for some people to understand him sometimes. i do just fine. the only trouble i ever had came the last time i was there. i knew my chequing account was in the red. i hadn't deposited any money in a long time. what was left was bound to run out at some point after getting eaten by monthly fees. i gave the teller a hundred bucks to put in the account. "to cancel the negative," he said. but that wasn't what i heard him say. what i heard was, "you can't sell the negative." even if it was an accident of intonation, there was truth stitched into the mistake. no one wants to buy that shit. 230908 what's it to you? who go blather from