I Sold My Stocks Before the Recession Because of Frozen Yogurt - The Daily Beast
I stopped putting new money in the stock market about a year and a half ago. I based my decision on frozen yogurt. In late 2006, three kids idled behind the yogurt counter in a shopping mall outside of Washington, D.C., not one of them moving an inch to serve me until I demanded attention. Shooting me dagger eyes, one Amber/Brittany/Ashlee eventually got me a cup of low-fat chocolate.
From the yogurt place, I went to a footwear store to buy new running shoes. The adolescents working there were as irritated by the prospect of assisting me as the yogurt Valkyries had been.
Worse than my personal frustration were the broader implications of my misadventure: A generation had gone to work that day expecting to do nothing. These “workers” nevertheless expected to be compensated for doing nothing much like America’s Patron Saint of Sloth, Seinfeld’s George Costanza, whose avoidance of work was positively industrious.
The quote from the mobster in here is pretty priceless, too:
A mobster in the Witness Protection Program I interviewed while I was working on a crime novel told me during the height of the dotcom bubble that he could never return to his old life as a thief because, he said, “I don’t get what they’re stealing anymore.”
