Me vs ChatGPT

A Subscription Request Throwdown

One day, when I was a little boy, I told my mother that I needed new underwear. I’d been putting off asking for days.

She sighed heavily.

“You kids,” she said. “You’re going to put me in the poorhouse.”

I mention this by way of explaining why I am so bad at asking for money, and why, because I am so bad at asking for money, I decided this afternoon to se…