You ask the businessman for some money so you can “get a job”, or whatever that means.
What? Absolutely not. If you want a job, go up to the manager of that shop over there, shake his hand, and firmly ask for one. You don’t need my handouts.
This was not your ideal answer. Does this fucking boomer seriously believe you can just pull yourself up by your bootstraps? Newsflash, gramps, the world doesn’t work that way anymore! In fact, it never did! Society would never let someone like you succeed, that’s why you have to smoke weed, jack off and shoplift to make this shit world bearable!
Not like he would ever get that, though. He probably has a “happy” life, all repressed and boring with his “wife” and “family” and “job”. Secretly, deep down, he wishes he could be you. He WISHES.
What do you do?
