Lee has some entertaining notions about economics.
Possibly, his notions are less entertaining that other people’s here and there. It remains to be seen.
“Couponomics” we’ll call it. And Lee will be the originator, the tip of the spear, the goad that drives…
No. Lee’s a cheapskate. It’s simple, and entertaining. But not if he owes you money.
Don’t make David cause a scene by bringing Wilma in to cause a scene.
You’d think the desk lady would know that.
Any time you say stuff like, “I’m’a let her off the leash if you don’t do what I, by which I mean she, wants most right this second! Bow to my (her) wishes so that neither of us has to make you face her wrath!” then you know things have gotten thick.
The weather is making Hubris’ retirement kinda difficult, isn’t it?
So here he is, squatting in the stormy woods, under a downed tree, with a couple of raccoons that have very cultured opinions about what they expect to find when they reach civilization. It can only get better from here, right?
Right.
Outhouses. You know ’em. You love to hate ’em.
Stinging insects love to build nests in there… ya don’t always see ’em but you know they’re there.
Ew.
Meet Finn and Sawyer.
They run a business. A rafting business. There’s a narrow window when their business does well. Spring and early Fall are good. Summer is pretty good. Winter… well, you better have some money saved up before Winter arrives is all. Rain is okay in Summer, if it’s not too crazy. Rain in Fall is bad, usually. Rain in the Spring is a toss-up… depends on how bad everyone’s cabin fever has been over the Winter, y’know?
But constant rainstorms with lightning and hail and dark and flooding and the dam releasing tons of water per second, and bad stuff… That’s just horrible for business.
Another thing they have to worry about is locals who can just jump in the river South of the dam any time they feel like it. Once, the local high school football heroes took out one their father’s inflatable raft in flood stage water. These are guys who don’t know how to guide rafts and, like a lot of people, never took the time to do the things that drive local tourism. So- five kids who figured they’d be good at rafting because they LIVED there, after all, jumped into a flooded river without knowing to stay IN the surging, crashing, scary mid-stream. They stayed in the trees, thinking that’d be safer or better or more adventurous or something. We’ll never know what they were thinking, sadly.
The local community saw Finn and Sawyer’s rafting company as being to blame, of course. Darn idiots profiting on dangerous nonsense, plus it cost the town their most promising young ones …”and the playoffs, for sure.” as reportedly said by one local alderman, now rarely mentioned in polite company.
So when Finn and Sawyer decide to close for the day, well, that day’s kind of a disaster for them, y’know? Disaster.
Ron and Duke don’t seem to be the sorta fellas who are gonna let a good fishing trip plan roll over and kick its li’l feet in the air and expire.
Of course, they DO seem to be the sorta fellas who you read about in the paper- all about how they went on a fishing trip and drowned under odd, but not controversial, circumstances. And possibly rolled over and kicked their size 13s in the air as they expired.
Don’t nobody make a “Hey, Y’all, Watch this…” joke now, you hear?
It’s good that Mal is finally entering a wider world, making friends and doing new things, don’t you think?
Ry’s buddies sound nice. I guess Mal might wind up knowing a lot of new people and new skills after this weekend.
Assuming, of course, that nothing goes sideways on him.
Who doesn’t enjoy some good-natured banter when worrying that you might die in misery on the muddy roadside in the middle of a dark forest?
Might be the folks in that shuttle van, but I guess we’ll see.
No bars. It’s like a nightmare!
Bob keeps a broader view than a lot of folks.
Bob likes the kind of view you get from the bottom step of Infinity… you know the spot, right next to Destiny and Fate, just a few dimensions higher and with a clearer vantage point than Chance, Luck, and Probability.
It will keep you from worrying so much.
Of course, so will a head injury with short term memory loss.
Say what you will about the younger generation. ‘Cause you will. Every older generation always has.
Since we wandered out of the caves and started constructing homes for ourselves that our kids took for granted, each generation has sworn that this newer one is far more spoiled and rotten than the one preceding. And then the li’l bastards grow up, get jobs, learn how to behave, and dump all their invective onto their kids in the same fashion their parents did them.
Gen Xers now say that these darn Millennials are lazy and spoiled and want everything given to them. Forgetting that before we were GenX, our generation was nicknamed “The Slacker Generation”. I rarely talk to anyone who recalls that any more. (I was born in the first year of the GenX, so I remember farther back than some. That’s what I blame it on.)
So, Kelly’s intern. Yes, he’s lazy. Yes, he’s inexperienced. Yes, he’s going to ingest illegal smoke in the back of the truck tonight. Yes, he’s … not the future of his generation. But someone in his generation IS going to learn to think and plan and work… And those young people are our future! Intern kid is just like that cousin of yours who didn’t quite ever get the hang of reality, but by golly, he might pay taxes or raise kids someday, so cut him the same slack you got.
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