Ran into a guy I went to high school with at the store yesterday. Hasn't changed a bit -- still the pompous, obnoxious, blowhard (it's hard to describe him without cussin') that he was in school. He was holding forth at length to another former clasmate about the soaringly delightful logistics of the operation performed upon his noble personage by a world-class surgeon at the Mayo Clinic, his subsequent splendid recovery, and the magnificent accommodations he afforded himself during his "ordeal" -- chartered flight, limousine pickup at the airport, a suite at whatever's more upscale than the Hilton, prearrangements by "one of my employees, blah, blah, blah." Cost-upwards of $250K (not including the previously-mentioned items). Our mutual friend (factory retiree--meager pension) who needs similar work -- out of the question, of course -- was just standing there, listening; subdued into silence.
Only problem, it's probably all true; he's become -- if not filthy, then very scruffily -- rich; climbing to a low upper rung of a conglomerate's corporate ladder while acquiring a few thousand acres of land in the process. I can't imagine how he got there. They say you have to know somebody, but anybody who does would furnish the rope and pay all expenses to hang him (not much question but pallbearers will have to be hired). The complete final entourage will be his wife (maybe), the preacher, and the gravediggers. The other relatives don't speak -- their uneducated deceased father left entire estate in his name with the informal unwritten understanding he'd distribute it proportionately. He kept it all.
Now...what was I complaining about? Oh, nothin' I guess...it just seems that "life ain't fair" and...so what? The "pore boy" doesn't get any operation and his wife's seriously ill with no insurance. Them's the breaks. Trudge on, I suppose; what else can we do?
Only problem, it's probably all true; he's become -- if not filthy, then very scruffily -- rich; climbing to a low upper rung of a conglomerate's corporate ladder while acquiring a few thousand acres of land in the process. I can't imagine how he got there. They say you have to know somebody, but anybody who does would furnish the rope and pay all expenses to hang him (not much question but pallbearers will have to be hired). The complete final entourage will be his wife (maybe), the preacher, and the gravediggers. The other relatives don't speak -- their uneducated deceased father left entire estate in his name with the informal unwritten understanding he'd distribute it proportionately. He kept it all.
Now...what was I complaining about? Oh, nothin' I guess...it just seems that "life ain't fair" and...so what? The "pore boy" doesn't get any operation and his wife's seriously ill with no insurance. Them's the breaks. Trudge on, I suppose; what else can we do?
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