I just returned from a few days of vacation in Florida. I went fishing with a few family members down in Lake Okeechobee, Florida. Lake Okeechobee is a huge lake and is famous for great largemouth bass fishing. And it was really great. We had several 5-6 lb fish.
But here’s the thing, we had a guide. The guide baits the hooks (yes, we used live bait...apparently that’s the way it’s done there), casts the rod and hands it to you. Then, when you get a bite, you fight the fish. The guide nets the fish and hands it to you and then he’ll take a photo if you like and then you release the fish.
Let me first say, the guides were great guys and were really good at what they do. I in no way wish to disparage them. But the process left me feeling a bit...like a cheater. This is more than luxury, it’s an extravagance. It’s an indulgence.
In general, I like to think I’m a minimalist. I don’t like to indulge. I track my gas usage. I track my electricity. I cut coupons. I enjoyed the result, but I just didn’t enjoy the process. I couldn’t help but feel like a rich bastard.
And past that, I had all my decisions made for me. I didn’t even get to decide where the line was cast. So where am I going with this? I guess that in one way, I’m saying the obvious, we’re getting very lazy in this country.
But on the flip side of that, I think there is a glimmer of hope. If a person wanted to make a living providing a service, what service is there out there that we wouldn’t pay for? Is this a sign that we are are flush with money in this country? I certainly realize that I am very fortunate that I can afford such luxury. I just feel a little hinky consuming it.