Chinatown
I’m staying in a hotel in Chinatown. On my way to work this morning, a Chinese dude walks up to me and goes, “I own you, white boy. China owns you! When you borrow money to buy something, you’re getting that money from the Chinese government! YOU ARE OWNED BY ME!”
Well, that pissed me off. I opened my wallet and took out a dollar. Then I threw the dollar in his face.
“You want some more American dollars? There you go, dick,” I screamed.
“Yeah, I do!” he said, as he put the worthless dollar in his pocket. He then used that dollar to hire fifteen workers for a week, and they made me an outfit of designer clothes.
“Wow, that was really nice of you,” I said.
“No problem,” he said. “Globalization is weird, right?”
“Yeah, it is,” I replied.
