Eternal Bullshit of the Smallest Business
Why is there never any lamination plastic when I need it? Why does this stupid copying machine never work? Why do I have to mess with it in the first place when I was told I never would?
A woman comes up to me, she’s laughing and has a business card in her hand that is obviously the focus of her amusement. She shows it to me. It says “B&B for Dogs,” which I suppose is somewhat funny, but only in the way that two chimps throwing pies at eachother is. Funnier still is my response, something like “That’s a lucrative business,” not because the statement is funny but because I feel the need to participate in such a pointless and uncomfortable encounter.