I just overheard a funny conversation on the bus. There's these two guys, let's say Winston and Reginald. Neither very professionally dressed… Winston was a bit shabby and had greasy hair, and Reginald looked like he'd invented a time machine, gone back to 1985, and stolen a postal worker's uniform. Or maybe found it at Value Village. Whatever. Anyway, they were talking about careers and it sounded like Winston had just had some sort of career advising.
Winston: So, I think I'm gonna go to Alaska and live like an animal. Can't take the big city anymore.
Reginald: Yeah, it's definitely tough here.
Winston: Course I could take a real estate class and make LOTS of money… but money just doesn't interest me anymore, you know?
Reginald: That's true, doesn't guarantee happiness.
Winston: But then, the other thing that they said could be a career for me was a can picker. You know, the guys that go around garbage cans and take out the recyclables and take 'em to the bottle depot? But I don't know if that's the right choice for me.
Reginald: Yeah, it seems like it might be… not very meaningful, I guess.
*pause, bus passes an army surplus store*
Winston: Hey, did you ever go to that army surplus store there?
Reginald: Yeah, they got some okay stuff, but it's hard to find a Glock there.
heheheheh.
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