I want to be a CEO

I am picky about the beer I drink, or so I like to think anyway. Local liquor stores aren't the best place to get good quality beer, they tend to focus on liquor more than beer. So I hit up the grocery store next door and was equally as dissapointed by their selection. Lastly I found myself at corner gas station staring at their glass cooler doors in disbelief. They were covered in condensation like someone had left them open for a while.

Then to the left of me I heard a young woman's voice in a high whining pitch say "This is what happens when I don't stay in touch with people". I glanced over my shoulder to see a girl and her mother sitting at a table eating lunch. First I must explain the neighborhood I live in is quite well-to-do and they are mostly white middle class in nature. they drive shiny new BMW's and most have two story homes with pools, but there is a large rental community nearby where I live.

I then heard her say "I chose those classes because I wanted to be with my friends". I then reflected on my own time spent in college or primary school for that matter. I never had any friend in my classes. I always had the task of making friends while in the class, but not that I ever did. It seems like the girl hadn't received the class she chose, which can happen if you're not resolute and fail to followup with your counselor.

I scanned the beer cooler hoping to find something palatable, but in the end I was left staring at a twelve pack of Red Dog. it had been years since I had had Red Dog and honestly I didn't think they made it anymore. I had forgotten what it even tasted like, so I grabbed a 12 pack and smiled as I made my way to the cashier. After all, can you really go wrong with 12 beers for $8.99?

The girl then then said "I chose the class because it was challenging". I smiled and felt warmth in the depths of my heart. Then the young girl said "I want to be a CEO or the boss of a company." At this point I erupted into a full on internal giggle as held out my ID to the cashier. The cashier smiled at me and we exchanged glances. We both new that this young girl would never be a CEO. Did she even know what CEO stood for? If she couldn't stand taking a class without her friends or even followup to make sure she was enrolled in the right class, what hopes did she really have?

Why would she would chose to be a CEO? It seems like an odd choice to me, but the more I think about it the more it makes sense in a flawed sense of reality kind of way. I suppose the girl didn't have any athletic ability or hopes of becoming America's next top model. She probably wasn't particularly brilliant and had given up her hopes of winning on Jeopardy long ago. So how else could she make a million dollars? CEO's are millionaires right? Right!