Me, arms full of clean laundry. I shout downstairs. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be an arms dealer?"
The Charming Man in the kitchen. "No."
Pause.
The Charming Man. "Is there something you need to tell me?"
Me, standing over the bannister, holding clean sheets. "I just wonder if it would be a good career. You never run out of market. It's recession-proof. There is always new stock being developed and you don't have to pay for the R&D."
The Charming Man, being logical. "I doubt you'd like your clientele much. And you'd have to learn about guns."
Me: "Yeah, that would be far too much work. I certainly couldn't make a living off of selling pointy sticks."
***
But now I'm stuck wondering what kind of person goes into the arms trade? The stereotype is that of a selfish, thoughtless person. Would he or she be redeemable? What motivates them to enter this job? Why deal in the business of war at all?
And this is why I don't do drugs. I think like this all the time. :)
