Nothing like summer in the city, someone looking stressed meets someone looking pretty
Unpopular opinion: I hate summer. There are plenty of reasons; the burning heat of the city, the way the metro gets packed with tourists, the stupid outfits punks and hippies and all of those leftists wear as soon as we reach 20ºC. Can't they be a bit more professional? I didn't even ask for them to dress up in fancy suits or anything- as if they had the money to do so, anyway- but at least they could ditch the wide pants and band t-shirts for once and wear some normal people pants. It really ruined some girls's looks, those kinds of clothes.
That's what I was thinking as I approached my building after work on a hot Thursday evening, when I saw a group of people sitting on the steps and the sidewalk. They all looked young, about my age, but did not seem to have recently gotten off work. They rather seemed carefree, and I felt a bit jealous of them until I stopped to actually look at them. One of them even had dreadlocks and another one was holding a beer bottle!
I couldn't believe what I was seeing and grabbed my keys ready to get home as soon as possible when the one with the beer- a girl in her 20s with short, ruffled dark hair, green eyes and (I probably shouldn't have been thinking this), a pretty but devious smile- got up and walked towards me.
-Hey- she said, extending her hand for me to shake it, which I didn't do- I'm Sam, I just moved in here, you wanna join us for a while? Of course it's okay if you're busy or something-she scratched the back of her neck while she rambled- we are also gonna have dinner at my place later...
At this point I looked towards their friends and caught one of them winking at her, and they all laughed. I looked back at her and my attempt at a smile vanished. So this was it, some kind of joke or bet for them? Let's make fun of the first girl we find
-Yeah sure- I waited until I saw her begin to smile in triumph- as if I had nothing better to do than hang out with lefties
I was definitely not trying to be rude, as I actually had a real job and things to worry about. This reminded me of that report I had to finish before tomorrow and made me turn and walk quickly up the stairs and into my apartment.
See, being an economist is not easy. First, you have to study a really hard degree on something some people dare to say is not even a science, only for you to be classified as a "liberal" by everyone. If it only were in the good, classic way you know you are, it would be okay, but it really sucks when you get called the same way those hippie social justice leftists are.
I can't even begin to describe how it annoys me that practically everyone believes they are liberals. Do you even know what liberalism is? I bet that the kind of people who began with this are the same that made the public believe that the NYT is a leftist newspaper.
After you have learned to deal with all the annoyance the theoretical issues cause, you have to get a job, and now that is the hardest part. I would complain if I didn't believe in market self regulation and that if I couldn't find a job it was because I was not ready enough. Years of hard work at some of the best schools (private of course) advantadged me in the marketplace and after some unpaid work (don't get me wrong, I was paid in experience and networking), I got hired at my dad's best friend's company.
So yes, I had things to do and I really hoped those punks didn't ruin the rest of my day
I didn't know I was in for a ride....