Why you need a proper and fundamental education to be successful in life

There’s a twenty-five year high school reunion party. The class nerd shows up in his M3, he worked at a start-up, got some options, did ok for himself, everyone congratulates him. The class jock went into pharmaceutical sales, is a V.P. with one of the big drug companies, doing very well, everyone congratulates her.

Then the class stoner pulls up to the school in a limo, money practically falling out of his pockets, trophy girlfriend on his arm. What gives? They all figure he’s a coke dealer.

No, he explains, he was bumming around India when he met a guy with a rubber factory. The kind you wear. Everyone’s “ewww, gross.” The stoner continues: “This Indian dude makes them in printed patterns, I ask if he can make me one with my name on it, he says why not? I like it, I order a box more. So when I get home, everyone loves them, want some for themselves, great gag gifts.”

“So I write the Indian dude and start selling them with, you know, people’s names, and nicknames and stuff, they sell like hot cakes, always sell a ton of them around Valentine’s day.”

“Well, I can’t keep up so I get distributors, and people buy ‘em from me and package them up and sell them on, put ‘em in novelty stores, or in bars, I dunno, my distributors sell ‘em everywhere, now all I do is handle the paperwork and cash the cheques.”

“I pay around three cents each and in bulk I sell them for ten cents each. Cheap, yunno.”

“Isn’t it amazing,” the stoner asks, “how much money you can make on just seven per cent mark-up?”  ¶ 8:33 AM