Confessions of the Sheep
I'm at work today cranking out a report and a co-worker comes up to me. Fun Irish backgrounded guy, family man, drinker, likes to shoot the shit. I think he's a liberal sheep from the little I've heard. Starts off with the whole, "Wow the market down today" and hints on the problem exists with republican politicians (in a subtle way).
Before I continue, let's hear the stories of the sheep. Not to make fun of, but to identify what they are thinking about when problems arise. I don't care if they are republicons or deceptocrats. Its always the same.
I almost told this guy exactly why the market went down, but I held back and let him talk. He started explaining when he was young he asked his great grandparents, "What was it like in the Great Depression?" Ha ha ha... ok not funny. He then proceeds to talk about the dollar devaluation, although he has no fucking idea that its devaluing, only contributing it to inflation; which is semi-correct. "When I was a kid I could buy a burger for 5 cents. Could you imagine binging on burgers now a days? How cool would it be to walk into a burger joint and just splurge on a bunch of burgers for a buck!" I said, "Yeah and the cool thing is, we wouldn't even have to bring coupons!"
He then proceeds to talk about taxi fares and how its horrible bar hoppers have to spend $20 to taxi all over a city. "Back in my day $20 was a night out on the town and if you're lucky you could get a late night meal!"
You know where this is going. Well, I didn't. He started to assert the idea of a inter-city railway that people can use when down town. The great effect it would be so bar hopping drunks can shuffle themselves around town for quarters. At this point, a few other co-workers heard him and agreed in short, that a public tram downtown would be a great idea.
While I could have asked him a million questions on why this should be implemented, I immediately went into the last of my 401k and pushed whatever shit stocks I had into money market. He went on to harass some other poor soul and I went on with my work.
Confessions of an office worker.
