Earn Serious Money. That’s Fat, isn’t it?
Neat, progressive guys with big heads of hair. In the past, they would go pick coffee in Nicaragua. Nowadays it is trendy to do as little work as possible for as much money as possible. And no one asks: don’t you have anything better to do?Anew car was needed. Had to yes. The old one no longer stood up to whatever threatened to emerge as a curve on the road surface. Not very convenient to really no longer be able to deny that in the French-Italian border area also known as ‘the Alps’. Besides the fishmonger, the car salesman is perhaps the most stable tradesman you will encounter at certain times in your life. It’s the suit, it’s the maniacal display of worldly wisdom, it’s mainly the talk that can only partly be understood or followed. When it comes down to it, and it always comes down to it at some point, a greasy notebook emerges from the inside pocket in which many a dizzying calculation has already taken place, but to which a few more dizzying ones are now added. I love the word giddy, especially when it comes to math. Perhaps this should be clear first: I can no longer comprehend any amount that exceeds my monthly salary. Not essential. It could be self-protection, it could be the result of slow-cooked Taoism, or just spoiled bitch behavior. Because of course there is a man next to me, at that car salesman with his notebook. A man who does have emotions when choosing a new car. And thinks beyond his monthly salary. Still, also this: that everyone can afford it, a car. Just like with the amounts that go over a virtual counter when it comes to houses: they have nothing, absolutely nothing to do with the amount of money that a random person can earn in concrete terms.
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