Proof that I don’t know anything about anything?
Our custodian at work, Tyrone, a 35-year old Jamaican man, and I had the following conversation the other day about the tanking economy*:
DT: Hey Tyrone, how’s it going?
Tyrone: Ayrie, not too good, not too good.
DT: Sorry to hear that.
Tyrone: You know, I checked me Money Market deother day. It’s next to no’ting!
DT: Tell me about it. Wait… you have a Money Market account?
Tyrone: Who do you think I are, man? Dis economy is just tanking. Housing prices, investment banking… Ting is, Paulson and the Treasury needs to get deyr act together. Dey need to regulate, dey need oversight. I tink Mayor Mike should be Secretary of de Treasury. You know, I are just about ready to go back to the old days, where de toughest choice was picking which banana tree to hide your money under.
DT: (Stunned silence.)
*Jamaican slang added for emphasis and stereotyping. Everything else he actually said, including the banana tree comment.
Dinnis, I did not know you were blogging. Thanks to the mighty Facebook, all things are known.
Anyway re:this post. *sigh* Jamaicans are an all-knowing people. Don’t take one of us for granted again. Good day.
darn. How did I spell your name incorrectly?? DENNIS!
Ha! ‘Dinnis’ is how I prefer to be known.