I noticed today that this business in a nearby town was looking for a “feedloader.” I racked my brain trying to figure out what that was until I realized the company was a feed store. They wanted someone to load feed. Yes, that would be a great job for me. When pigs fly in a hell that’s frozen over.
Actually, when I first saw the employment notice I wasn’t wearing my glasses. I thought it said “freeloader.” I said now that’s a job I could sink my teeth into — making my living by living off others. As long as you don’t have any pride being a freeloader can be quite the career move.
It’s funny. I don’t hear the term “freeloader” so much these days. I wonder if it has become an archaic term? I wonder if I have become an archaic person? I’m sure there is probably a politically correct term to describe one who lives off the fortune of others. Wait, isn’t it called a politician? Yuk, yuk, yuk.
The cat in the picture. It may or may not be a freeloader. It probably has all sorts of big ambitions, especially chasing those mice in its peaceful slumber. Sweet dreams kitty.