Morning Mr. B. Your personal stall is ready as always. Uh, don’t mean to be intrusive, sir. But why are you wearing ripped jeans and a filthy tee shirt?
Our new office wear, Selig.
Dress down Thursday?
Dress down every day, Selig. And our wives are doing the dress down, too. New shop on Park Avenue sells street person look-a-like wear for $2,500 a pop. Bargain stuff. Hate to have the little lady forced to do this kind of thing, but it’s the times we live in.
I understand perfectly, sir. The jealousy you people have been forced to endure for your well deserved success. Small minds spouting their envy. Pay ’em no mind, Mr. B.
I try. Lord knows, I try. But sometimes these shrill voices, harping on our contacts in government as if our people were put in place to advance our own interests instead of to improve the quality of national and international fiscal policies, well, it hurts, Selig.
You’re too sensitive for your own good, Mr. B. If you don’t mind me saying so. Down here in the washroom I’m privy, so to speak, to the way bodily systems of many of our people have been thrown askew by the constant slings and arrows.
Selig, if there were more washroom attendants making a living providing personal services to Wall Street investment bankers, the world would be a better place. As a matter of fact…well, perhaps I shouldn’t mention this…
Go ahead, sir, Your private stall won’t get taken while we talk.
Well, some of the guys on the floor have been discussing an alternative to cutting back on spending more of what we’ve earned through honorable market-based toil. Doing it in a way, though, that doesn’t attract unpleasant media attention. Perhaps all moving into our own community, isolated, well guarded, closed to prying eyes, where everything we’ve received in the way of pay and bonuses can be spent copiously without any unfortunate P.R. blow back.
Sort of like the compounds of Columbia drug kingpins, sir.
I was thinking more along the lines of a super exclusive Hamptons without the mini-millionaire trash.
Wonderful idea, sir. Keep me in mind for a staff job there. For me, just serving you folks is the next best thing to actually being one of you. Ready now for a relaxing interlude in Stall 8?
Lead on, my good man. Lead on…
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