How I became an Entrepreneur or Bounce Tale two
So, my sister is having a hard time. Unemployed for the last nine months, her exhusband has missed the last three alimony payments. She is moving to a smaller (cheaper) apartment and needs to get rid of some stuff. I agree to host a garage sale.
Things are going well and during a loll in the action, a lady in an Oboma T-shirt walks up. You know the shirt, black, has Oboma looking into the future, done in green, red and yellow, with hope or change on the bottom.
My sister starts on as to how this is such a great shirt, naming the artiest and such a great picture and the perfect selection of colors .. don’t you think Rick?
No Rick does't think... “Yes, it is very appropriate, the colors of an 18th century Slave Prince. They would both be elitists and at least one has sold people into slavery. The other is just trying. I particularly like the yellow, this is made when bee’s wax melts into the white cloth...what?â€
Before she could use her mind powers, blasting me with her rhetoric, and turning me Liberal.For.Ever. A “Code enforcement Officer†step through a hole in the hedge. He wanted to see my garage sale permit, and not having one, was nice enough to sell me one for $25. It’s good for the year. See, I am an Entrepreneur.
Update on weather conditions :Frosty.
Rick
