the daily purge 12-19-16

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It is a classic business chair, fit for heineies of most sizes, for desks of optimal sizes, for businesses of varying sizes based in countries of all sizes but only for those nations based on free market economies.

Question: But why not for control market economies, Mr. The P L?

Answer: Because allocating decisions regarding paper clips, bananas, electric lawnmowers and squatty, grey buildings have already been made. An apparatchik sitting at a green metal desk merely sits and stamps forms with an official seal that mandates a company such as Russian Railroads accept 15,000 business chairs even though they didn’t order them nor do they have enough office space to place them or employees to sit in them. In free market economies, an employee gets one desk, one chair, but many stamps to determine where 15,000 desks can best be used by office workers who can zip from one end of the desk to the other, spinning around from desk top to drawer to Franklin Daytimer to waste can.

This particular chair was used by The Lad at his desk where he keeps America safe from Dr. Robotnik or maybe even Wheatley. He came home one day to find the arm of his chair on the ground. We discussed the matter:

TPL: It *looks* like the Sandpeople did this, alright. Look, there’s gaffi sticks, Bantha tracks. It’s just, I never heard of them hit anything this big before.
The Lad: They didn’t, but we are meant to think they did. These tracks are side-by-side. Sandpeople always ride single file to hide their numbers.
TPL: These are the same Jawas that sold us R2 and 3PO.
The Lad: And these blast points, too accurate for Sandpeople. Only Imperial Stormtroopers are so precise.

As it turned out, it was the Sandpeople who had done it. They’d been practicing more with their blasters. Rather than spend the time, effort and $$$ to repair this chair it was easier to point, click, and purchase from that big, boxy internet store everyone loves. This chair will be wheeled down to Goodwill and resale. Yay for resale!

Proverbs 13:4   A sluggard’s appetite is never filled, but the desires of the diligent are fully satisfied.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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