Feb 27 2009
Slum Shark Millionaire
“Benny, I’m glad I caught up with you today”. “Well, if it isn’t Louie di’ Sharko, the most selfish practioner and all around sharkhole”. “Who you calling a shellfish?” “Spare me, OK?” “Benny, you still live down by the old neighborhood, by that muddy bottom, don’t you? Where those nurse and lesser known shark-types live?” “Gee, when you put it that way…” “I want to land a prospect down there”. “Louie, to what depths won’t you go?” “Hel-loh, the young shark that won the lottery? He’s wealthier than Neptune now and he lives there. You haven’t sensed the electromagnetic fields all a-buzz?” “No, my sonar’s been acting up”. “He’s got millions” “So?” “So last month Thelma and I swam in a stretch off Nassau Bay. She fell in love with it. All the big sharks own territories there, but this one, oh, this one has that look and feel. It’s teeming with food stuff. I told her I’d get us in there”. ”What does this have to do with me?” “You live next to the area where this kid lives. Well, the sharks at the club would laugh me out of extinction if I went swimming around there. That kid needs my expertise. Get close and convince him to sign up with me. I’ll throw you a bony fish or something in the bargain”. “Say, that sounds good. Let me get this straight. I solicit for you, convince a barely legal age shark to sign up with you, maybe I get a bone or something, and you make a fortune in fees. Is that it?” “You got it!” “Isn’t this unethical? Even you have to see it that way, don’t you?” “Hey, it’s not barratry, Benny”. “Oh, sorry, I thought unethical meant unethical”.
