The end, as it is romantically called, must be very near when in our shitty economic times a necessity such as a grocery delivery service (Simon Delivers) goes belly up. We are truly doomed when a valuable service such as this one and their army of green delivery trucks goes away.
What's next? Will pet psychologists go out of business en masse? What about Fifi's body image issues? How will she get over her doggy anorexia? And then there's the matter of door to door cleaning products sales persons. What will we tidy up our dwellings with without their much-needed service? What will become of the neighborhood ice cream truck playing its hypnotic jingle, beckoning children in the neighborhood and cleaning out the pockets of parents for blocks around?
All hope has been lost. We are fucked. Or are we? What "necessary" service will bite it next?
Well, one necessary service is here for the long haul. MinnPics is just getting started and until "the man" shuts me down, the photos stay.
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What about dog pooper scoopers? I don't know why anyone would pay someone to come pick up the dog poop out of their yard.
Oh, and doggy daycares and doggy day spas.
All those unnecessary businesses can go - except for the ice cream truck!
Unfortunately I think the ice cream trucks are here for good. Every time that thing goes by I wish I had a sniper rifle. Now, a coffee truck, that would be inspired. They could blast Ella and Billie all they want and I won't mind at all. I might even buy some coffee.
The good thing about this situation is that it helps us get back to basics and realize that what we once thought were necessities were only luxuries.
I'm sorry, I would have been here sooner, but I've been spending all my time hasseling the Hoff.
--snow
p.s. we are indeed, seriously, hopelessly, fucked.
and my stocks are going belly up...thanks fucker W!!!!
I can do without the ice cream truck, but if the Kitty yoga place goes under I'm moving to Canada.
I'll let you decide if I'm joking or not...
I feel like moving to a cave....but I can't afford the gas to get there. :(
Well, Michelle, you could ride a horse to the cave and then you'd have something to eat once you got there.
"ice cream truck playing its hypnotic jingle, beckoning children in the neighborhood "
"They'll get that ice cream truck after they pry my cold, dead hands off my last ice cream bar.....
Note to self: buy ice cream sandwiches for the weekend. See, being that it has sandwich in the name, it qualifies as an entree thus making it perfectly acceptable as the main course for any meal.
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