We were standing in a high-end wine store across the sidewalk from an Occupy camp site. The mayor had been nice about the Occupiers by handing them keys to public restrooms, but today was the day they had to leave the site.
As we were standing there, a woman walked in and started talking to the clerk. She claimed the Occupiers weren’t sure what they wanted and it was the same as when she’d been in Spain last year…no direction.
Seems to me when you are standing in an expensive wine store just down the street from multi-million dollar homes and yachts that you may not be qualified to be judgey on the 99%. Of course it does allow me to be that way on her (wink).