As the old man said: 'Tis the beginning of the season to shovel the shekels!'
Of course he meant that it was the holiday time, and he had to fork over his hard earned larder, to obnoxious pimply clerks, hired just for said quarter, to get material objects to hand out blindly to strangers.
The strangers eventually returned them to beautiful clerks, at the start of the new year for an object that they really desired.
Completing the economic cycle.
The old man wasn't my dad. It really was the old man that lived next door to us. Perhaps his greatest holiday gift to us was his cynical sense of humor at the most inappropriate times.
I wonder how the Yellen meetings are going today?
Have a thoughtful Thursday!
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