So here I am in Atlanta, trying to concentrate on my work conference, but the dismal state of the economy keeps creeping into my thoughts. No, actually, it’s being shoved in my face.
As soon as we got into town we rode the escalator in the MARTA station, and the young woman in front of me was angrily talking on her cell phone, explaining to a friend that she had driven all over town last night looking for gas. My thoughts raced, and I immediately worried that there may have been some disaster causing this. I mean, this is the United States, not some Third World country — we don’t just “run out of gas”!
But on the local news, I see that it’s a problem throughout the Southeast. Theories are that people panicked — a run on the gas stations, if you will.
Tonight my Jell-Mate and I decided to swing by a local institution called “The Varsity.” (Okay, Nan and DCup are now groaning “Oh no! You didn’t!”) The Varsity is the World’s Largest Drive-In! It was on The Food Channel! How could me miss it when it’s only a few blocks away?
I’m sitting right now watching my pretend girlfriend news commentator Rachel Maddow talking about the biggest bailout in American history. And I keep think about the homeless guy who helped Jell-Mate and myself find our way to The Varisty. We were headed in a very wrong, very bad direction, and he pleasantly asked us where we were trying to go. As expected, he then asked us for “a favor.” Expecting a request for a dollar or “a couple of bucks,” we were surprised that he asked us for $8.00 so that he could go get a shower.
Of course we gave it to him.
And now I’m sitting here watching t.v., and listening to the descriptions of the golden parachutes to be received by the CEOs who have driven our economy into the ground through their own greed.
My advice? Make sure you always have $8.00 in your pocket. ‘Cause you never know.