I was the one who went to every business owner and boom across the land and told them o do t want to work. With two quarters to rub together and soleless shoes I traveled the country to tell every boomer who pulled themselves up by their bootstraps that I couldn’t be bothered to accept their graceful offers of bountiful employment. That I would rather complain on secluded internet forums that the country needed to supply for me with the faint hopes that despite never bothering to vote or call my local congressman that they would stumble upon my words and buy me a house.
It was me. Whenever you hear crotchety John McBusinessowner complain that no one wants to work anymore, just know that he’s referring to me. I am truly sorry for the inconveniences I have caused.