1 April 2012
Robbed By the Government (Again)
Ma looked tired as she shuffled along her restaurant's worn linoleum to bring me my hot breakfast and then return to re-fill my cup with coffee. I am glad I am not a Chinese immigrant, happy to be in Canada, where we can volunteer to work six long days a week instead of being forced to by hunger and the unrealistic expectations of a bunch of motherfucking Communist Party parasites.
"You look a little tired Ma," I told her as I paid my bill. "Everything ok?"
"I work hard all my life here. Put son through university. He get good job. House. Car. Everything. Last night he crash car. Now in hospital. Hurt bad but doctor save him. Maybe I should close restaurant today but I cannot do. Gas too much. Bill too much. Tax. Everything tax. Now Harper asshole rob me $14,000 old age. I have to be here."
Ma's story is not much different from everybody's. Even if we like working, as I do, it is not like we would be doing anything different if we did not.
I had no time to console her and it is not like she was expecting me to. I had to get to the fucking mill before the whistle blew. "Koast is running in the fourth at Santa Anita on Sunday. He is a strong young colt like your boy. He might not buy you a day off but maybe you will feel a little better when he leads the field to the wire."