Just another day at the governor’s mansion
I ran out of cigars and had to go to Rite-Aid.
The clerk asked for my ID, to prove I was over 18. “Do you see these hairs?” I said. I have a lot of grey showing. “Do you honestly believe I might be under 18?”
“Well, it’s the rules.”
“These cigars are a legal product. I have a right to buy them. How come I don’t have to show ID if I buy anything else in the store?”
“Yeah, but y’know, it’s the rules.”
“Your rules are mindless, stupid, and insulting.”
“Let me get the manager.”
At that point I decided not to waste any more time, and just showed the guy my driver’s license. The goons at the top wouldn’t care if I gave the poor clerk a hard time. But I didn’t like the feeling that I wasn’t as free as I thought.
There are too many people at the top who need to spend some time at the bottom.