by kpeavey » Wed 24 Sep 2008, 22:59:17
I work in a restaurant part time. Linens, bowties, the Dom. Top notch joint. All the swells come in, go through lots of cocktail napkins. Doctors, lawyers who are suing the doctors, the judges who handle the case, county commissioners, school board members, the place is a power struggle. Add in their wives, who is sleeping with whom. Just arranging seating is a nightmare sometimes. Years of employing discretion has earned confidence and made me privy to some information. Nothing like nuclear secrets, just what people want to do with their business or who they want to go home with that night.
One particular gent owns several car dealerships in Florida. I remember 2 years ago he was on top of the world, celebrating finally reaching a sales milestone of 1000 new cars in a month. Quite a feat for a fat slob with no table manners who can't keep his hands off his wife's best friend. Good tipper, though. anyway, to make a short story long, this last month was off. He sold more cars in 1991 when he had a single dealership.
The economy is going down. I see signs of it everywhere. not just signs but giant neon flashing billboards with loadspeakers blaring out music so load it breaks windows, balloons and confetti flying through the air, clowns with small dogs, elephants with banners, even a marching band.
If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face--for ever."
-George Orwell, 1984
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twenty centuries of stony sleep were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
-George Yeats