Cabin fever at work and after digging out, I headed down to the corner store for some needed groceries. As is typical, a few of the old boys were standing around talking. I overheard one say to the other,
“Well, we can’t send any more money because by the time it gets there it has passed through so many hands of corruption that none of the money gets to where it is needed.”
I thought they were talking about foreign aid to a developing country but alas they were talking about Quebec.