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Bill Katz's avatar

You are so profound in your reading. As you mentioned first going to Germany and I thought about my experiences in a Florence, Italy. I was a vagabond. Poor. I found a job as a waiter in a tourist bar called The Red Garter. Us waiters were a mix from English speaking countries and Italians who spoke English. Franco the owner was always, as an Italian businessman, trying to cheat paying taxes. He charged a ticket only to Italians to enter. They weren’t big drinkers as they are today. So they used the tickets to buy any drink and it was most always a cheap Coca Cola. The tickets were good for any drink so us waiters often kept the tickets bought a soda for the Italian then used the tickets to buy for the foreigners. We,pocketed the difference. Now Franco wanted to save on the tax he had to pay on the tickets so he often reused tickets. I observed this reuse. Many of the used tickets were tossed in the garbage. Guess what I did early the next morning after the garbage bag was put out on the back street for pick-up. I collected it hauled it to my casa opened it and there were tickets worth a drink, lol. Now I had a scam. Franco had a scam. Us waiters had a scam. Everyone was scheming. But mine was the best because I took the used tickets, used a limited number to pay for cash paying customers. I also sold a very limited number of these tickets to my fellow waiters. They sometimes in jest called me the stupid American but this stupid American had the best deal going at The Red Garter. I then opened a ledger and began accounting for how many tickets I sold over the course of several months. And I dutifully opened a bank account and saw my little illicit gains grow. Sometimes that’s what one must do when one is impoverished.

Linda McCaughey's avatar

Linda, please read this and share with everyone you know: https://jesspiper.substack.com/p/access-denied

This is very scary stuff. I used to live in Missouri....

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