No One Wants to Work Anymore!
This post contains lethal doses of sarcasm if read irresponsibly.
“I’m not sure what I want to order,” I say to the waiter. “Would you mind reading off the menu?”
“Sure,” they respond. “Our special today is a braised beef brisket with dried fruit. We’re also serving bowls of clam chowder with bacon.” They proceed to list off every item on the menu, one by one, waiting until I made my final decision.
“That all sounds delicious! I’d like one of everything,” I say before whipping out one singular dollar bill. “And this is how I will be paying for it.”
“Sir, I’m afraid that won’t be enough to pay for every meal on the menu,” the waiter explains condescendingly.
I flail my arms in the air in disgust and indignance. “Well! I suppose no one wants to do business anymore!”