I got on the elevator in the middle of the morning, to find four or five stockbrokers from the ninth floor in their shirtsleeves talking about the recent economy.
“My son is six month old today. The day he was born was the last time I made any money.”
“It’s a good thing I only have two black tetras, two neon tetras, and a clown welch in my aquarium! I can’t afford food for them anymore.”
“Yeah, they’re starting to look pretty thin.”
“I don’t know, that Clown Welch is pretty meaty. Maybe we could cook it up for food!”