Employment in J-Vegas can be hard to come by, especially in these tough economic times. Despite the proclamation via bumper sticker that Marine Wives have the toughest job around, there are much worse ones to be had. Take this one for example:
The Liberty Tax lady
I see this poor old lady every afternoon on the commute home. She has to be over sixty years old, yet she spends her near twilight years on the corner by the Commissary and Exchange dressed in a cheap polyester version of the Statue of Liberty, waving at bored Marines and their spouses in order to entice them to use Liberty Tax's services. The greater J-Vegas metropolitan area (*snort* ... that was fun just typing that term) is no stranger to street corner hawking. There are always people with signs proclaiming low monthy fees at Gold's Gym (totally a scam, by the way), BOGO deals at pizza shops and no waiting for an oil change. Still... the Liberty Lady strikes me as sad.
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