Finance and My Ants: A Parable
OK, so about three months ago when it was still cold I made a dish that called for just a sprinkling of brown sugar, and I put the almost-whole box of brown sugar away in a remote corner of my pantry without thinking. Didn't seal it up, or anything.
It's been warm now, and the ants in the kitchen were just outrageous. Until I found that damn brown sugar box. This was a brown-sugar bonanza for the little demons, and I could see plenty on top and figured they had a whole mining operation going on in there. Free and clear! Come one, come all, it's gold-rush time! I suppose they thought the good times would last forever, because they were pretty oblivious as I took the box to the trash and dumped it in. They were oblivious as I approached with a spray container full of insecticide. By the time the juice hit them, it was too late. Mass oblivion now, the kind that lasts. Heh.
It's been very quiet in the kitchen today. No ants. I guess ants aren't blessed or cursed with forethought. What the geniuses on Wall Street thought the future would bring, I really don't know. We don't move in the same circles. But I suppose it's quiet in the Bear Stearns offices these days—as quiet, I imagine, as my kitchen counters are today.
It's been warm now, and the ants in the kitchen were just outrageous. Until I found that damn brown sugar box. This was a brown-sugar bonanza for the little demons, and I could see plenty on top and figured they had a whole mining operation going on in there. Free and clear! Come one, come all, it's gold-rush time! I suppose they thought the good times would last forever, because they were pretty oblivious as I took the box to the trash and dumped it in. They were oblivious as I approached with a spray container full of insecticide. By the time the juice hit them, it was too late. Mass oblivion now, the kind that lasts. Heh.
It's been very quiet in the kitchen today. No ants. I guess ants aren't blessed or cursed with forethought. What the geniuses on Wall Street thought the future would bring, I really don't know. We don't move in the same circles. But I suppose it's quiet in the Bear Stearns offices these days—as quiet, I imagine, as my kitchen counters are today.
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