Slow day at the office
It’s an unopened bottle of still water on my work desk, in case you wonder what I’m looking at.
The bottle constitutes a dilemma.
On the one side, there is the fact that cold, tasty and perfectly clean groundwater is available from every faucet in the building.
On the other side, politicians and financial experts insist that I buy more stuff in order for the economy to regain its former strength and stability.
I want to do my part, really!
But, how to balance the comfort and wellbeing of present generations against that of the unborn?
5 PM.
I’m out.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
4 comments add one below
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D.M. about 9 years ago
On a slow day you carry the weight of the world!
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T. Willemann about 9 years ago
One can only try.
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Olga Klezovitch almost 9 years ago
So, who is taking care of the present and future generations after 5 pm?
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T. Willemann almost 9 years ago
I’m not sure what 5 pm even means, time and space being relative and all that, but it seems that whoever it is, he, she or they aren’t making significantly more progress than I am; my theory is that they too are stuck with a sealed plastic container.
