On Thursday, our eighth grader didn’t talk for two hours after school because he had screwed up on a Math quiz. But the next day was Friday. Nothing can bring him down at 3:00 on Friday, and the afternoon car ride tends to be full of his chatter.
You know Seinfeld’s show “Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee”? He should drive with my kids. Rename his show “Comedians in Cars Eating Kit-Kats.”
Yesterday, the grumpy one was ready when his older brother punted him an easy one. “Can you believe Apple is worth over $800 billion?”
“So what? I’m going to make more than a trillion,” was the quick response.
“How?” challenged the punter.
“Well….” having shed his school-week gloom, he grinned, “I already own the Illuminati. The problem is, no one will ever be rich enough to buy it from me. So I’m a bit cash-strapped.”
“You could go public,” I joined in. “Then everyone could buy stock.”
Gasps all around.
“You can’t go public with the Illuminati! The public doesn’t even know we’re real!”
Then he went through which Presidents and celebrities are members, and which are “persons of interest,” usually for bad reasons. Trump and Kanye West both persons of interest.
“Was Steve Jobs a member?”
“Person of interest. He was kind of weird about stuff.”
“That guy who founded the Mormons? John Smith?”
“A little crazy.”
“Ronald Reagan?” As good as Apple in the mind of the eldest.
“That was my predecessor’s time. I wouldn’t know.”
They kept laughing.
“And then that stupid Youtuber, PewDiePie. Definitely a person of interest. Tells everyone our corporate headquarters are in Israel. I always thought that was too obvious anyway. My predecessor’s choice. But still! Then I had to move us, and that cost me a couple hundred million.”
“Where did you move?”
“I can’t tell you that!”
“Somewhere no one is ever going to bomb. Or even think of.”
“Exactly. That would be like kicking your dog. But don’t tell anyone. It’s top secret.”
“Well,” bringing it around, “I still think you can’t beat Apple.”