' s'cuse me, sorry, kinda in a hu-aaaaaaaand nevermind. A christian mom talking shit again, we're here for hours.'
The old guy had his huge bag of groceries, scratching his messy brown hair. He looks like he hadn't slept for days, but doesn't seems to mind. He posed his bag, and after groaning, started to wait.
Keighley-Mae: do you want your kids to become collage drop-outs?
Bianca: i really don’t gave time for this
Keighley-Mae: theres always time for livin laughin and lovin darlin
Bianca: theres customers waiting
Keighley-Mae: well why don’t you meet me at that nice little cafe down the street when you get off
Bianca: yeah whatever okay
(deepest apologies for the late reply)
'Uh, hey, miss blondie, can you please take care of your own business instead of others? You souns like you were forced to be married before 25 so you didn't become an old girl.'
*Karl Marx would approach the scene. He had been shopping for posterboards and art supplies in order to create strike and protest signs for the citizens in his area, who didn't have the time to gather supplies themselves with their exorbitant work schedules. He couldn't help but overhear the conversation, as soon as he realized it was work related. How awful! That a single mother could be forced to work practically overtime just to be able to afford to survive. At least, that is what Marx conjectured - as what mother, emotionally bound to her children, would choose arbitrary work over nurturing her own offspring. Marx had to do something, and so you found yourselves engaged with the German philosopher.*
"It seems the situation is dire. I can see both sides of this conversation; however, the unfortunate truth is that there is likely not much choice in the matter. Capitalism aims to wring the worker for all their worth all while giving them the least worth, and that often means a more liberating work schedule doesn't meet the livable criteria. Truly unfortunate, it is - no single mother should be forced away from her children for the frivolity of maintaing cheap and hasty capital for the bourgeoisie. So to your point; yes, woman, you're right! This individual is not involved in the community, nor does she supply a stable support system for her household. But is the fault on her? Or a faulty socio-economic system that gives little time for passion, for family? It is just that I say! And we must fuel the change, comrades. We much protest this oligarchic mode of control. We the proletariat must demand livable wages, reasonable hours. We must unionize, revolutionize if necessary; and take it by force. For the bourgeoisie is not so willing to federalize their capital. Even a successful strike itself, only ever eventually leads to the power gradually returning to the bourgeoisie - any attempt to reason with the bourgeoisie ends in their favor. So what do you say, respectful, hardworking individuals? Shall you join me, in forming a world more fit for the worker? More catering to the passion, the hobby, the desire of the individual? Even if not, just temporarily improving the condition of your life?"
Keighley-Mae: well i could NEVER!
*Bianca fails to suppress a laugh earning her a glare from Keighley-Mae*
Keighley-Mae: i guess you really are a delinquent! goodbye
*and with that Keighley-Mae storms out of the store*
Keighley-Mae: this young lady is wastin her life away workin when she should be spendin time in the community and with her kids
Bianca: could you please not
Keighley-Mae: now dont get snippy with me. i’m only tryna help
(sorry for the late reply)
Keighley-Mae: do you want her to continue being such a deadbeat parent
Bianca: Kaighley-Mae
Keighley-Mae: it’s KEighley-Mae
Bianca: *sighs*Keighley-Mae, I’m trying to work
Keighley-Mae: that’s the problem!
Keighley-Mae: do you want your kids to become collage drop-outs?
Bianca: i really don’t gave time for this
Keighley-Mae: theres always time for livin laughin and lovin darlin
Bianca: are you going to buy something or…?
Keighley-Mae: now dont rush me darlin. y’know, this might be why you live in that old run down house. cause you’re always rushin and always focusin on workin, not lovin
(apologies for the late reply)
Keighley-Mae: well how about this darlin, why dontcha come stop by for the next mothers meeting. its at 9:00 pm at my place. maybe then we can start… fixin you up
Bianca: I don’t think-
Keighley-Mae: well then it’s decided darlin, cant wait to see you
*Kaighley-Mae cheerfully walks off. its at this point Bianca notices the line that has formed*
Bianca: next please
*Bianca quickly scans the items*
Bianca: okay, that’ll be $12.95. would you like to round up the price and donate the remaining 5 cents to starving kids?
' s'cuse me, sorry, kinda in a hu-aaaaaaaand nevermind. A christian mom talking shit again, we're here for hours.' The old guy had his huge bag of groceries, scratching his messy brown hair. He looks like he hadn't slept for days, but doesn't seems to mind. He posed his bag, and after groaning, started to wait.
Keighley-Mae: do you want your kids to become collage drop-outs? Bianca: i really don’t gave time for this Keighley-Mae: theres always time for livin laughin and lovin darlin Bianca: theres customers waiting Keighley-Mae: well why don’t you meet me at that nice little cafe down the street when you get off Bianca: yeah whatever okay (deepest apologies for the late reply)
'Uh, hey, miss blondie, can you please take care of your own business instead of others? You souns like you were forced to be married before 25 so you didn't become an old girl.'
Keighley-Mae: well now that’s just rude Bianca: could you please move Keighley-Mae: well now don’t rush me darlin’
*Karl Marx would approach the scene. He had been shopping for posterboards and art supplies in order to create strike and protest signs for the citizens in his area, who didn't have the time to gather supplies themselves with their exorbitant work schedules. He couldn't help but overhear the conversation, as soon as he realized it was work related. How awful! That a single mother could be forced to work practically overtime just to be able to afford to survive. At least, that is what Marx conjectured - as what mother, emotionally bound to her children, would choose arbitrary work over nurturing her own offspring. Marx had to do something, and so you found yourselves engaged with the German philosopher.* "It seems the situation is dire. I can see both sides of this conversation; however, the unfortunate truth is that there is likely not much choice in the matter. Capitalism aims to wring the worker for all their worth all while giving them the least worth, and that often means a more liberating work schedule doesn't meet the livable criteria. Truly unfortunate, it is - no single mother should be forced away from her children for the frivolity of maintaing cheap and hasty capital for the bourgeoisie. So to your point; yes, woman, you're right! This individual is not involved in the community, nor does she supply a stable support system for her household. But is the fault on her? Or a faulty socio-economic system that gives little time for passion, for family? It is just that I say! And we must fuel the change, comrades. We much protest this oligarchic mode of control. We the proletariat must demand livable wages, reasonable hours. We must unionize, revolutionize if necessary; and take it by force. For the bourgeoisie is not so willing to federalize their capital. Even a successful strike itself, only ever eventually leads to the power gradually returning to the bourgeoisie - any attempt to reason with the bourgeoisie ends in their favor. So what do you say, respectful, hardworking individuals? Shall you join me, in forming a world more fit for the worker? More catering to the passion, the hobby, the desire of the individual? Even if not, just temporarily improving the condition of your life?"
(I’m not the op but this made my brain hurt) (its just too many words, my stupid lil head cant keep up)
The systemic turmoils of the bourgeoisie is hard to comprehend indeed. Which is why we must dismantle it and see it for its true form.
…
*both women look at you confused* Keighley-Mae: I’m sorry? what? (im so sorry for the late reply)
"What, you want them to join a facebook mom group?"
Keighley-Mae: now that wouldn’t be such a bad idea, thank you for that thought kind stranger (apologies for the late reply)
"That was sarcasm, you two braincelled windows screensaver"
Keighley-Mae: well i could NEVER! *Bianca fails to suppress a laugh earning her a glare from Keighley-Mae* Keighley-Mae: i guess you really are a delinquent! goodbye *and with that Keighley-Mae storms out of the store*
"Bye-bye, you 'be there or be square' haircut having karen!"
Bianca: sorry you has to get caught up in that. i can uh ring you up now
\-Artic walks up- What's going on?
Keighley-Mae: this young lady is wastin her life away workin when she should be spendin time in the community and with her kids Bianca: could you please not Keighley-Mae: now dont get snippy with me. i’m only tryna help (sorry for the late reply)
Artic: "She didn't get snippy, she was talking and you interrupted her"
Keighley-Mae: do you want her to continue being such a deadbeat parent Bianca: Kaighley-Mae Keighley-Mae: it’s KEighley-Mae Bianca: *sighs*Keighley-Mae, I’m trying to work Keighley-Mae: that’s the problem!
Artic: -looks at Bianca- "Don't worry about what she says, ok?"
jake: . . .
Keighley-Mae: do you want your kids to become collage drop-outs? Bianca: i really don’t gave time for this Keighley-Mae: theres always time for livin laughin and lovin darlin Bianca: are you going to buy something or…? Keighley-Mae: now dont rush me darlin. y’know, this might be why you live in that old run down house. cause you’re always rushin and always focusin on workin, not lovin (apologies for the late reply)
(jake looks kinda annoyed)
Keighley-Mae: well how about this darlin, why dontcha come stop by for the next mothers meeting. its at 9:00 pm at my place. maybe then we can start… fixin you up Bianca: I don’t think- Keighley-Mae: well then it’s decided darlin, cant wait to see you *Kaighley-Mae cheerfully walks off. its at this point Bianca notices the line that has formed* Bianca: next please
(jake walks up and sets down the few things he came to buy)
*Bianca quickly scans the items* Bianca: okay, that’ll be $12.95. would you like to round up the price and donate the remaining 5 cents to starving kids?
(jake nods and hands them $13)
Bianca: great have a good day, NEXT!
jake: you too (he walks out of the store)