More For Beer Than For Grub
Last night's spaghetti dinner with Michael the marina worker: $10.50 for two dinners. $22.50 for beer makes for a good evening. That's what I'm talking about. When you spend more $$ for grub than for beer there's a problem, people.
It was a nice evening. Lots of sailing talk (Mike sails, too). Talk about how screwed up this generation is compared to ours (our moms and dad thought our generation was so screwed compared to theirs, too). More talk about why America can never win a war - we just piddle around and approach war half ass. Some talk about his job at the marina.
Mike's old lady has not laid him for quite some time and his eyes wondered all evening at the few good looking women in the pub who had teeth. He asked our waitress about the tattoo just above her breast - - -if it was a recent addition. It wasn't. The waitress lamented that the colors on the tattoo were fading and that she wanted an artist to color it again but this time with the new vibrant colors that were not available back in the day.
I wanted to tell Mike to spend less time with his eyes on the chests of the women in the pub and more somewhere else. But I let him wonder with his eyes without comment. It was like he had not been out of the house for some time and was amazed at what he found in the "candy store" of life.
Mike's a nice guy. Retired but still working a bit at the marina (it's seasonal and his time there has been cut off until Memorial Day). Mike hasn't got a pot to piss in all due to poor retirement planning. He'd like to do more with his time but can't afford it. This talk made me feel all the more thankful that Wifey and I had a plan that would yield a great income later in life.
Bob's Advice: Give up dollars today that are dedicated for a retirement account albeit uncomfortable financially. If you don't you'll be even more uncomfortable in your 60's, 70's and 80's. Unless you want to work until you're 80 and on your last legs. You don't, do you?
Work on that pot to piss in for your golden years. Today. You'll never regret it.
1 comment:
Bob, I am destined to be a Walmart Greeter for the rest of my natural life....
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