I remember hearing about some genius who was going to market a kind of filtered water to restaurants, so that restaurants have merit for charging customers for requesting distilled bits of hydrogen and oxygen.

A co-worker let me know that my rear passenger tire was low, so I went to fill it up with air. As I fumbled with the hose and pushed down on a clamp, hearing nothing but the sssssss of escaping air, I realized that I needed to pay for it. I needed to pay. For air.

Need I mention bottled water. Maybe if the funds went to cleaning water I'd be on board. Maybe if the bottles weren't made of plastic. Because nobody recycles plastic. Pop-cans and beer bottles get the coin.

If there isn't enough exploitation, there have been about five different kids holding the same sign reading "BROKE AND HUNGRY. ANYTHING HELPS" on my route to work. The same sign. They've even stopped trying to look dirty. They tried a girl one day, in leggings. Is this how highschool students pass time? Let's pretend to be broke hitch-hikers who've ran away from our parents and make a buck in a few hours. I mean, unless that is just a popular place for people in need who like to make similar signs. I could be wrong.

I do not feel anger toward those who shoplift at big chain stores. I like giving discounts. If I had the gull to tell work what I really thought about their management styles and overall brain-ability I wouldn't be back the next day. If only there were more jobs that didn't aim to exploit every penny not only from customers, but the employees too.

And yet I still eat chocolate, and want to travel to foreign countries.