Cajun Ecomonics
It’s a slow day in an old Southern town.
Times are tough, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit.
On this particular day, a traveling Shreveport salesman is driving through town. He stops at the local hotel and lays a $100 bill on the desk saying he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs to pick one in which to spend the night.
As soon as the man walks upstairs, Bosco, the owner, grabs the bill and runs next door to pay his debt to Boudreaux the butcher.
Boudreaux takes the $100 and runs down the street to retire his debt to Trosclair the pig farmer.
Trosclair takes the $100 and heads off to pay his bill at T-Boy’s Farmers Co-op, the local supplier of feed and fuel.
T-Boy, at the Farmer’s Co-op, takes the $100 and runs to pay his debt to the local prostitute, Clarise, who has also been facing hard times and has had to offer her “services” on credit.
Clarise rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill with Bosco, the hotel owner.
Bosco then places the $100 back on the counter so the traveling salesman will not suspect anything.
Shortly thereafter, the salesman comes down the stairs, picks up the $100 bill, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, pockets the money, and leaves town.
The whole town is now out of debt. However, no one produced anything and no one earned anything and no one has anything left.
And unfortunately, my friend, this is how the United States Government conducts business on a regular basis.
I think you could have used another town. Maybe not even name the town. You are so wrong for writing this about mamou. I was born and raised there. People maybe some what in debt. But its not your place to talk about them.
It’s a joke, the use of a real town name makes it funnier. People usually know that exaggeration is a central part of comedy.
That must have been Clarise I saw at Hotel Cazan a few years ago for Mardi Gras. She was in one of the room upstairs and open the window and started mooning everyone, lol. That Racheal is a not a joke and a true story about Mamou and I was also born in Mamou and raised not far from there. My friends Nonc Jessie use to run a whore house near Mamou don’t think it had a name but had a sign next to it saying Fresh Local Honey for sale. Guess he just got a fresh bunch of Gals for that weekend. By the way Racheal I love Mamou lots of good people there and rich in Cajun Heritage and in money to, lots of big farmers there and Drs. so give Jessie a break, lol. I also had a Dr. Perron who mom would bring me to when I was a young boy.