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Got a good lesson in scarcity economics today. With five of us eating dinner, Mom put a platter of nine pork chops in the middle of the table. We all got one, leaving four in the neutral zone.
My 72-inch tall, 175-pound, 17-year-old brother (benefiting from 12 more years of math) quickly figured out that not everyone could get seconds. So he immediately snared a second piece of meat before dinner had officially begun.
If he had taken physics, however, he would've realized that I'm only 35 pounds and 36 inches tall, and can't even cut my own food, let alone compete on a level playing field for pig meat, especially when the regular chair I'm sitting in puts all of my body and most of my head below said field.
But then, pecking orders are more about conditioning over the long term, I suppose.
My 72-inch tall, 175-pound, 17-year-old brother (benefiting from 12 more years of math) quickly figured out that not everyone could get seconds. So he immediately snared a second piece of meat before dinner had officially begun.
If he had taken physics, however, he would've realized that I'm only 35 pounds and 36 inches tall, and can't even cut my own food, let alone compete on a level playing field for pig meat, especially when the regular chair I'm sitting in puts all of my body and most of my head below said field.
But then, pecking orders are more about conditioning over the long term, I suppose.
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