The little market on the corner had a tiny bell suspended over the front door. Whenever anyone came in - the opening of the door would hit the little bell and alerted the owner there was a customer. Sometimes it was kids hoping to buy candy. Other times it was a delivery man pushing a dolly stacked with boxes, and once it was simply the wind playing tricks on the shopkeeper.
Our government has suspended several satellites over our country, so in the event someone tries to enter, the bells will go off and alert Uncle Sam that we have incoming. It could be as simple as a lost Canadian hiker accidently stepping across the line into North Dakoda. "Oops, I beg your pardon. Sorry about that. My bad." It may be a submarine wandering too close to Boston Harbor, or a Russian pilot flying over to buy another load of American Blue Jeans, whose street value in Moscow is staggering.
The shopkeeper in the corner store is attempting to, not only improve service but to control pilfering, whereas, the fingers extending into our pockets to pay for the overhead satellites are coming from the government who has inflated the cost several times over, leaving us with barely enough to buy a candy bar.
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Just an observation
1 comment:
Great observation and analogy! Who elected those government people anyway?? Not Me!
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