Main Street

Many years ago, GPop worked with a self-described little old lady. Let's call her Pat. She has long since retired from that job. When they worked together, GPop and Pat would go grocery shopping once a week. They had a lot of fun, and it got GPop out of the house. Pat didn't have a car or family, so it got her away from her apartment, too. Since then, she's worked a couple of other jobs. One of her jobs was at CVS, from which she gets a pension.

She just called to ask if GPop was here. He's working late, so I told her that he'd be in tomorrow. She asked me, in a panicky sort of voice, if I thought her pension from CVS was still going to show up. She was genuinely concerned that the banking crisis had cleared out her pension.

I assured her that it was unlikely that she would be affected by the banking crisis, but that she could call GPop tomorrow, and that we'd look up any news on the web in the meantime.

Nuts to the media for scaring a sweet old lady.

Except in my head, I'm not saying, "Nuts." I'm saying something that rhymes with "duck shoe."