TO the faceless people that move in the shadows, traversing the streets one door handle at a time.
I guess you hit the jackpot when you came and tried mine.
A gift, a given, borne of my complacency, you had yourself a nice old car and all inside for free.
I feel I should at least know your names, since you could have learnt so much about me.
And I guess you sold those things of mine, but I can only guess at what I don’t see.
To the four fleeing people the old people saw as they peered from their windows, too scared to come to the door.
Did you really have to smash my car and crash, bash, slash and wreck it?
Drive the old girl with your foot to the floor, up over kerbs till she wouldn’t go no more.
Couldn’t you just have made it a loan; used my car to get you home, took what you wanted and left her alone?
I guess the simple answer is no, but at least now I know your names.
You are shock, you are cost, you’re inconvenience and pain.
It’s been some weeks now and I’ve moved on, got another car and a sleeping problem.
Got me some insurance like the other grown ups have, leave nothing in my car now like I ought to never had.
And it’s hard to put a positive spin on this and say ‘Thanks for the lesson you taught me good you rascals, now all’s forgiven’.
Other than my sudden unplanned spending spree doing wonders to stimulate the economy, the only other winner I can see are the shareholders of that insurance company.
Still the king
I READ a good book recently.
Macbeth by Jo Nesbo is a modern retelling of Shakespeare’s story.
At first I didn’t know this and I considered that Nesbo’s usual writing style and Scandinavian references would be embedded further into the storyline.
But no…on the story went with the main character having a great first chapter and then completely lost his good name as he brought down what he had around him and those he loved. All in the name of achieving power within his own little sphere of influence.
What a great read and it’s still a nail biting finish after 400 years of telling. And very strong ethical considerations thrown in to make one think hard.
But why am I telling you?
I reckon this book should be compulsory reading for anyone wanting to climb “the ladder”.
Our captains of industry should read it, our public servants should read it and anyone with a bent to taking control of their business, workplace or anything at all, should read it.
What Shakespeare wrote and tried to get across to people 400 years ago is still just as relevant today as when he penned it.
Now I’m after The Tempest retold by Margaret Atwood of The Handmaid’s Tale fame. I’m hooked.
Deague Court, North Perth