Friday, August 26, 2022

* * * * * DON'T THESE PEOPLE HAVE JOBS? * * * * *

 THE MAX ALLEN REPORT

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Volume #08262022-1315                              August 26, 2022

AN OBSERVATION

Don’t these people have jobs to go to?

In the morning when I pull out onto a busy street on my way to work, I find this question comes up.  For that matter, at any time of day, this question comes up any time I pull out of my gated community onto the main road into and out of town.  It’s a question I’m sure you’ve all asked yourselves as you drive the thoroughfare or pull onto any road larger than a driveway.

This question is in regard to the inordinate number of cars, trucks, vans, lorries, motorcycles and such on the road.  My God, the traffic is intense!  Okay, at about 7am one might accept this busy flow of traffic as ‘normal’ and even ‘acceptable’, but that’s not what we’re talking about here.  What I’m talking about has nothing to do with ‘work’ vehicles such as trucks, commercial vans, tractor trailers and such.  No, no, no, that’s not what I’m about!

I’m talking POVs, that’s Personally Owned Vehicles.  Cars and minivans and SUVs and ‘recreational’ pickup trucks [I’m talking about those 65 ~ 70-thousand-dollar massive pickup trucks without a ding or a dent, for that matter without so much as fingerprints] which congest our major arteries like so much plaque in your veins!

I watch people of all ages driving their cars and such, at a time when one would think they should be at work.  I’m not talking about retirees either, but middle-aged, millennials, Gen-X etc. on the road at seemingly all times of the day.  Shouldn’t they be somewhere?

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DON’T THESE PEOPLE HAVE JOBS?

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At today’s gas prices you’ve gotta wonder just what in hell they’re doing on the road?  I’m sure some are on their way to an emergency or are running a critical errand.  Surely some of these are carrying donor organs to the hospital for emergency transplants, and perhaps yet another smaller contingent is carrying secret documents, codes, and plans for our national security.

Enough!  I see these people at all hours of the day driving from here to there and am sure many of them are, literally, going nowhere!  My kingdom for a mind-reader!  I wonder what mundane meanderings would be circulating in the largely vacuous caverns of their skulls.  I wonder.

I’m afraid that even if every one of them kept a mileage log, they’d never be able to tell you why they were on the road and where they were going.  I’ll bet they’d draw a blank as to why they can spend upwards of $200 to fill the gas tank and still be driving all over creation’s back yard as though fuel were free.

I guess there’s something to be said for this chaotic confusion of traffic.  And that is that, despite the sabotage of Joe Biden and his cartel driving gasoline and diesel prices to record highs in record short periods of time, Americans still get out and drive.

Whether they’re trading off their food budget or eating a lot of pasta in order to keep the tank full, the reasons and mechanics of this phenomenon are immaterial.  The fact is people drive!

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IF YOU PAVE IT, THEY WILL COME

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I can choose any road in the country, however remote or short, and as soon as I pull onto it there’ll be someone on my ass.  Be it a ‘not so lonely’ country road, a suburban street, or a very long driveway it’s sure to attract cars driven by people whom it seems will spend any amount of money and time to drive … just to drive.

Again, this prompts the magic question:

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GET A FREAKING JOB, OKAY?

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I’m Max, and that’s the way I see it!

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