The class struggle at the afternoon watch

Without doing almost anything special, I am becoming more and more bourgeois from one day to the next. I don't feel it on my own skin, I feel it in the eyes of others.

I suffered! In fact, I still suffer!

Yesterday afternoon I was crossing the Matache Square area, located quite close to the editorial office, when from the edge of the sidewalk I was called by a man, of various ages, similar to me.

"What time is it?" was the question. The answer didn't matter, the man had other business with me. He briefly informed me that he also needed a watch like mine. I immediately thought about the worst and quickly assessed the situation. Small, thin and shabby as he was, he could only force me to give him the watch on the spot if he was armed with a machine gun (he wasn't) or if he had practiced martial arts all his life (I didn't find out). I told him that the watch wasn't very expensive and could be found. He informed me that he had no money and that he was unemployed because of me. Curious to find out if there was a journalist that I had left without bread against my will, I found out that he worked in "rubble" (I suspect in construction) and that he had been fired a long time ago, that his boss had a problem with him because he liked to drink beer instead of coffee in the morning. Since I'm not a cat, so that I could be knocked down with curiosity, I prolonged the dialogue and found out that after the elections I would be left without both a watch and a job, and I would get tired of making fun of the people. Since he seemed willing to present me with his repertoire of swear words, and I was not willing to give him a lesson in civility, I left him on the curb and went on my way.

After two steps I heard "What time is it?". The "client", an elderly man, wanted to joke and replied that he was retired, he no longer had a watch because he was in no hurry anywhere. It didn't matter. He briefly informed him that he also wanted a pension like his and that from Monday...

There is a Monday for everyone, which never comes!