I was wondering how I would appear different if I just had a slightly higher income. Not twice as much income, no! that would signal changes. Would change be noticeable if I made two hundred dollars more a month, a week? I think the threshold would be a thousand more a month for everyone to see the difference in me. Below that threshold of opulence, I would be different in two quick ways. I would wear a higher quality underpants and I would eat more and better quality cheeses.
Fine quality cheeses and more comfortable accommodations for Starsky and Hutch would fasten a smile upon my face. It makes me shake all over with anticipation. The fromage would invigorate my senses to the point where Pavlov would come out of his grave and following me around with a bucket. Not a fine vision I know but an important analogy. The Boys would languish in true comfort while I felt snug as a bug in a rug. A comfortable man can soothe the most savage of hearts. A satiated man will most likely not wander into trouble. Remember also that all that cheese binds one up and would cause me to walk more upright. (always a good thing)
Once I had a single pair of high quality underwear and at first I noticed the cotton was softer, thicker, more like a blanket. The elastic seemed not to be there yet the velvety snugness was making its appointed rounds. The trap doors were larger and easier to identify. They must have had some kind of anti-bunch technology. Anyway, I could only steal one pair from the locker room and I had to wash them three time in lots of bleach before I could touch them. Because of the bleach, the elastic gave out in a day or two and holes appeared in the worst places and very soon they were rags. It was a brief encounter with fine briefs.
Over the same but other years I have been exposed to some of the great cheeses of the world. Having watched the Cheese Shop many times, I have always like cheese. That may be part of why I am a microbiologist. Probably not but what a nice thought to have a reason for this fine misery. I have eaten cheese in London, Paris, Amsterdam, Dubai, Tokyo, Cleveland, and even Death Valley, In Atlanta, I ate cheese in an underground rail station. I have had goat cheese, Icelandic fish cheese, and cheese kept in a hole in the ground. I ate very salty Honduran pig cheese. It is not all good but I try to never judge. I just cannot get enough cheese and more disposable income would help.
Once I had a single pair of high quality underwear and at first I noticed the cotton was softer, thicker, more like a blanket. The elastic seemed not to be there yet the velvety snugness was making its appointed rounds. The trap doors were larger and easier to identify. They must have had some kind of anti-bunch technology. Anyway, I could only steal one pair from the locker room and I had to wash them three time in lots of bleach before I could touch them. Because of the bleach, the elastic gave out in a day or two and holes appeared in the worst places and very soon they were rags. It was a brief encounter with fine briefs.
Over the same but other years I have been exposed to some of the great cheeses of the world. Having watched the Cheese Shop many times, I have always like cheese. That may be part of why I am a microbiologist. Probably not but what a nice thought to have a reason for this fine misery. I have eaten cheese in London, Paris, Amsterdam, Dubai, Tokyo, Cleveland, and even Death Valley, In Atlanta, I ate cheese in an underground rail station. I have had goat cheese, Icelandic fish cheese, and cheese kept in a hole in the ground. I ate very salty Honduran pig cheese. It is not all good but I try to never judge. I just cannot get enough cheese and more disposable income would help.
With more income, I would not be more charitable, unfortunately I am stone cold cheap. I would not be nicer because I have been there and it is always misunderstood. I would not be more trusting. less probably. I would not be more colorful, I do not know what that means. With more income I would walk like I had something stuck up my rear (cheese) and a smile on my face because of comfort underneath.
