On a rainy Sunday afternoon with St. Pepper

On a rainy Sunday afternoon with St. Pepper was playing in the background we ended the monopoly game when the bank was empty. Seth & I agreed I'd pay my iou's when I had a real job

Twenty years later, I was a bank manager. Seth stormed in. He was now a loan shark. "Remember Baltic Ave.? Marvin Gardens? Time to pay the piper!" "But it was just a game."

Seth opened his trembling palm to reveal the silver thimble. "It was never a game to me," he said softly. "With interest, you now owe me $14.2 mill OR you can give me Boardwalk."

Jealousy. That's what I saw in Seth's eyes. Even when we were kids, he'd throw tantrums if he didn't win. "Look, Seth. Monopoly...it's just a game. We're adults now & I..." Seth

wasn't having it. He'd waited 6.5 years to finish what they started as kids. "Does this look like a game?" He screamed while flailing his arms wildly. "Does it?!"

"Yes" she answered. Life is a Game and we are in the middle of it.

"No!" He slapped her with a resounding WHAP! "This is not a game! This is serious business!" "I don't care," she retorted. "I'm a girl, and girls just wanna have fun!"

The he slapped her again and said, "No, girls just wanna have equal pay." She replied, "I'm a girl! I'm a girl!" and then she sobbed at the bottom of the stairs and cringed

when he crouched down beside her. "Always remember feminist principles," he said, "I don't like having to hurt you when you forget."

She remembered his sound advice and they converted the whole northern hemisphere to feminism. Thanks to them, we now need two salaries in a house hold to live comfortably.