In the dream, I was engaged to a Tom Hanks lookalike guy. My old aluminum Mac Powerbook broke and I mentioned I’d pay to get it fixed. He called in at least 50 people to fix it, some of them drunk, and presented me with a bill for thousands of dollars to pay them before it was even fixed. I decided this guy and his community bailout were not for me and called off the engagement.
Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “bailout.”
I work for an organization that has been working to bail itself out of financial trouble from the time of its founding. Last year at this time, the credit available to this consistently failing institution dried up. Like a small swarm of bees, people interested in taking over the institution arrived and began digging in every dark hole.
A dozy sleep overtakes the paratroopers as they settle in for a long flight home.
Then the unmistakeable scream of metal ripping across metal
Fire tearing through the interior of the military transport plane.
68 souls, two doors, and one thought on all of their minds.
Bailout.
Only the Rich are Poor
Once upon a time the Banks needed billions to keep alive because of the wicked poor.
The bad men who ran banks were sent home with only millions for comfort while companies died of money starvation.
Too poor to be wicked, too good to be rich, who bails me out?