Making Her Move

I was sinking into a couch with a cocktail when I was consumed by a conversation between four friends.  I wasn't very interested much like the only girl sitting with her boyfriend on the couch adjacent to me.  I was involving myself as little as possible, my head was in the clouds as usual.

"You know when you lose a credit card and you have to notify all the companies you pay bills to? Well, what if we started a company that held all of your information and notified all of the bill payees et cetera of your account numbers changing, that way we could save people time.  Its a service that isn't being taken care of."

I mean, it could work if you aimed it toward the upper crust--the top one percent--the people that pay bills in more than one location: if they had more than one house, or if they owned their own business, or had an office they paid for.  You would just need some one whose account information was spread out in more than one place.  Its plausible, it might work, but I wouldn't invest.


My thoughts strung along as the four friends barked improvements and suggestions back and forth.  To my surprise, the sole lady in the room had made her first move.  She stood up and with all the conviction she could muster she exclaimed, "You people are whats wrong with this country.  You are sitting around thinking of ways to make lazy people lazier, all so you can make a buck.  Why don't you try to make and honest dollar and work for your money!"

Conveniently she was the only one standing, and I realized the gravity of the situation: four men sitting listening to a women.  What's next? Are we all going to sit around one day and listen to a black man?