This is a great story:
Bank Error In My Favor: Collect $95,000
As usual, there was a line at the ATM machine, which was attached to the dirty brown exterior of First Interstate’s Haight Street branch. Several homeless people sat on the concrete asking for change. My pockets were empty.
I really hadn't thought the deposit through. It was the little things that tickled my fancy. First having to key in seven digits for my deposit amount. Then having to fill out a deposit slip and prepare my check. I almost endorsed the back, but then thought to myself, "What for?" Instead, I drew a smiley face where the signature should be and wrote, "Have a Nice Day!" Then, thinking the machine would probably just shred this deposit, I scrolled it into the mouth of the machine. But it did not shred it, or spit it back. It ate it up, like a cat licking cream. Quickly it was gone. To me, this was really, really funny. Laughing out loud, I turned to the person waiting behind me and declared, "The ATM just took Monolopy money! Now I'm fake-rich!"
Then, for the first time in as long as I could remember, I walked away from my bank laughing. For the briefest of seconds, as a skate boarded on the corner of Stanyon and Carl Street passed me by, I thought what I'd done might be a tad bit juvenile, but I got over it in a step. What I'd done passed the true test of good humor: it was perfectly harmless.
A really funny read. But for some reason, this guy seems to have all the credibility of Chuck Barris. That's just me, I suppose, being suspicious. ;-)