So, if you're waiting in the station and the train doesn't stop, get a running start and hop on. Otherwise you'll be missing out on all the other fun stops.
First, my mind drifts to politics. Not that I like politics. Politics usually bores me to no end. Unless it's election time and I get to laugh at anti-bullfighting parties or pot parties and their fun campaigns. But yesterday I just happened to watch the debates about the budget proposal for the next year. Now you might think that would be boring as hell. But it was actually a lot like watching kangaroos box.
I'm not really sure who won, but they sure did beat the hell out of each other. And why kangaroos? Because they are cute, and really funny when they box...and because this is my train and I want some kangaroos on it. Anyway, I was watching the political sparring and all I could think about was how this year the Ministry of Equality spent 26,000 euros on a study to map....get this...the clitoris!
Spain is different.
26,000 euros on mapping the clitoris? WTF?! There is a crisis people. There are people living in the streets, the unemployment rate is around 20%, and the Spanish government is worried about what? Mapping the clitoris! Of course that makes perfect sense...once that's been done, people will be too busy, um exploring, to worry about their precarious situations."It's not on Google Maps either..." "Are you sure it's spelled 'clitoris'?"
Okay, I know 26,000 euros is just a tiny drop in the bucket of debt that we have over here, and I'm sure some good will come out of this study. But in the meantime, the government is busy cutting back on education, health care, pensions and public servants' salaries. Seriously? And come to think of it, do we really need a whole Ministry dedicated to equality? We do have a long road ahead if we need a Ministry to tell us men and women are equal. Hey, don't get me wrong. I'm all for equality. (Not that I think men and women are the same, they have their differences...and it's a good thing too. Life would be pretty boring otherwise.)
But 113 million euros to keep the Ministry running...seems like kind of a lot just to tell us that we're equal. That, and map the clitoris of course. Where's that DIY spirit that's so much in fashion in these times of crisis? Come on everybody, map your own...besides unexplored territory can be quite exciting.
As you can see, my faith in polititians is lacking...and that goes for all of them, not just the ones in power at the moment. Finding worthy people to run the government may be even harder than achieving equality between men and women. Wait a minute, what am I saying? I know that will be even harder.
Maybe we need a Ministry for that.
The Ministry of Good Politicians. Or maybe we should just go with the Ministry of Not-So-Terribly-Bad Politicians. We might be a bit more successful that way...just maybe.
Okay, done with politics. Now my thoughts have turned to...shopping! Kind of a contradiction, isn't it? Here I am criticizing the government for spending money and then I go on about spending it myself. But it's not the fun shopping I'm talking about. No, it's grocery shopping.
Today is Wednesday (now aren't I clever?). Wednesday is shopping day.
No, this isn't some obsessive-compulsive need for order or anything. I could go shopping any day of the week, and, if it were up to me, I wouldn't go shopping today. But, our store has a system. A very very cunning one. They give you a card. And if you use it on a designated day of the week, you get a discount. Not that same day of course. It's a discount for the next time you shop there. Shop any other day, no discount.
And we love the discount!
Never mind that that card has our name on it, and that every last item we buy gets registered into the store's computer, and that they even know when we will be shopping. Because who in their right mind would give up a discount for shopping anonymity? Frankly, I'm surprised that an electronic voice doesn't greet me by name when I enter the store...and while it's at it, remind me to stock up on the Tampax....because, it knows everything.
Right down to that.
And with that thought I'll leave you, as I am lured into total electronic control in exchange for a few measly euros. Yes master, I will shop master....
Why is it that I'm feeling a bit like Pavlov's dog? Discount! Drool!