Today I Got Robbed In Buenos Aires...

I gave the sushi waitress 100 pesos for my 50 peso lunch (USD$15.00) and she handed me back 50 pesos in change made up of several counterfeit bills.

I only discovered that they were counterfeit when the Taxi driver spotted the fakes and refused to accept them as payment.

My point... It was a microcosmic mimic of the greater experience of being ripped off by the recent unexpected (by me) market downturn.

I felt rage, sadness, depression and then resignation.

Thank God I live in a city that boasts of the highest number of psychotherapist per capita in the whole world.

And yes, pour me another cup of Malbec.

Muchas gracias,

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