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Dear Mr. Bennett,
My spouse and I need your help. Please bear with us, as we must first provide a preface.
As a team of financial consultants, we have devoted these last several years to traveling throughout this great nation, attempting to convince the unwashed masses, the ignorami, of the dire consequences that await them if they fail to follow intelligent, educated, and prudent financial plans. We were aided in our efforts by our assistant Clyde.
Clyde would shamble out onto the stage and sag onto a folding metal chair provided for him. Although only middle-aged, he had led a dismal life and it showed. He was thin and bony, except for his pot belly, had a yellow pallor (reflecting his years on the bottle) and his few remaining teeth were brown (reflecting his addiction to tobacco). Rheumy eyes and lank hair. He stank, washing was a habit he lost during his years spent sleeping on the street. Clyde would slump in the chair, a thin line of drool running down his sagging jaw, occasionally uttering a wet, gagging cough and making rude noises from his body and indecent proposals to the women in the audience.
Clyde?s role, of course, was to provide an example of the fate that can befall one that fails to rely upon a sound financial plan. Trained as an attorney and once a would-be author, he had lost everything: family and home, mental and physical health.
Clyde, sadly, died this winter.
Now, here?s our question: Would you be willing to take the job as his replacement?
Gruener and Purpurroter Frosch
Anonymous | 02.22.06 - 11:08 pm | #
And no, it's not me, either.
