Now there are times in one’s life - and those are the overwhelming ones I am afraid, when you struggle to keep your mouth shut, knowing so well that talking will get your nose dirty.
And so we’ve been taught since we were little kids that “if talking is silver, then silence is gold” … today my friends, and to the dismay of the LME*, I decided that within the territory of my influence, gold shall be as cheap as the smears of mud on my safety boots.
I don’t know about you, but I believe in the universal presumption that when you drop a coin in the slot machine, it is supposed to be kept somewhere locked, for the person in charge of collecting the proceeds to come and pluck it at a certain time.
Apparently, this universal and intrinsic rule DOES NOT apply here.
Any idea why are we honored with the privilege to be an exception to this rule?
*LME: London Metal Exchange.