At the checkout. (An allegory about America.)

[Taxloss]

(Pardon my rudeness. I don't mean any offence. I wrote this as satire, but couldn't find a taker. I thought you might enjoy it.)

AT THE CHECKOUT

(Six months from now.)

Salesgirl (S): Hello shopper! Welcome to the United Nations. How can I help?

America under Bush (*): Uh ... I'd like to buy this resolation. Revolution. Resolution. Uh, treaty.

S: Certainly Sir! This will protect American jobs, and gives your hair that just-washed look all day! How would you like to pay?

*: Diplomats' Club.

(Hands over DC card. It is swiped. Nasty beep.)

S: I'm sorry Sir, your diplomatic goodwill is maxed out. Been buying expensive wars? (Giggles.) Would you like to try another card?

*: Uh, sure. American Excess.

(AmEx is swiped. Nasty beep.)

S: Ooops! Looks like you've maxed out that one as well. Would you like to try another card?

*: I don't have any other cards.

S: Well, will you pay by cash?

*: Uh ... I'm a bit short at the moment.

S: Security!

[meganmonkey]

1. LOL!

I like :P

[Taxloss]

2. Thanks!

eom

[Taxloss]

3. Self-kick

Sorry. I hoped for a bit more feedback. This is the only time I'll do this.