Wednesday, September 29, 2010


Gentle Readers,

Some day I shall retire, although I don't do anything.

Hence, I visited an investment person because I need to do something with the retirement funds I received from my husband who has ceased to exist - at least as far as I'm concerned.

I feel pretty safe that I can tell you about the meeting with the investment person because I have so few readers. It's not as if she's going to come across my message center because of its popularity.

Everything started off fine although when she shook my hand I thought Shake it, don't break it. She helped me figure out a problem I already had and made a couple of good suggestions.

But then she asked me how I "feel" about the market. I told her I don't worry about the market. It's been down before and it will be down again and it's best to remain calm. She said that was a good attitude and that the market is better this year, but then she felt compelled to launch into a diatribe against President Obama because although the market is better this year, that lousy rotten bastard (my words, not hers but the implication was there) did not attend the boy scout jamboree, the only U.S. President not to have done so. I bit my tongue to pieces resisting the urge to tell her that her information was incorrect and that presidents do not always attend the jamboree. More than one has missed out on this glorious experience.

She said, however, that Obama had sent Defense Secretary Robert Gates who as an adult holds some high position in scouting, something about the order of the arrow, and that Gates was really great. I chewed my tongue a little more because I thought how intelligent it was of the president to send someone to the jamboree who's really into scouting.

She was pissed, though, because her son is an eagle scout and he's really special.

I resisted the urge to ask if that meant he rode the short bus to school.

She then went on and on about just how special her son is - so intelligent, all A's.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, fighting the desire to tell her that my kids could beat up her kid intellectually and physically with both hands tied behind their backs and only using a quarter of their brains.

I have another meeting set up with her next month. We'll see what happens then, but I don't know if I can work with someone who wastes my time complaining that President Obama didn't go to the boy scout jamboree.

I have more important things to worry about, like retiring from nothing. When you don't do anything, then what do you not do when you retire?

A point to ponder.

Infinities of love,



  1. Holy cow. Is she charging you by the hour? If so, I think next time she launches into a diatribe, I'd just say -- Uh, yeah, can we just focus on the investments, please? Or is this "off the clock"?

  2. Thank you for your concern, LegalMist, but she is a free service, courtesy of my credit union. I wouldn't spend the hard-earned money what's his name sends me on listening to someone complain about the boy scout jamboree. She gets one more chance to advise me and if she starts in on the boy scouts, she gets her butt kicked Lola style, which means I tear her to pieces emotionally and mentally with my rapier-sharp wit and sarcasm and disabuse her of the notion that her son is "special."

  3. I donated $30 to the boy scouts to avoid buying pop corn. What the....


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