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Carl gets up at 9am, smokes a bowl, then exits his 600 sq ft apartment he rents and takes the cramped, slow-moving commuter bus to some big city white colar job at 10am where he makes $70,000 a year. He thinks he's richer than those dumb rural Republicans who make half of what he does yet somehow own a house and car and have at least two children.

On his way to work he listens to NPR, he hears of the great Venezualan socialist system and how great it works for them compared to evil America (They actually did this 10 years ago I shit you not). His commute is about an hour long. Halfway through his ride, a middle aged, overweight smelly black lady finds a seat next to his, where the two touch butts on the cramped bus

Carl arrives at work and sees Laura, the front desk girl, whom he has a crush on. Carl is literally a cuck and talks about the dullest, most safest conversations imaginable. His jokes are literally the cleanest, politically correct jokes he could possibly come up with as to not offend anyone. Laura does a pretend laugh. She is literally annoyed with him and his lack of any masculinity but must be polite. She smiles, then abruptly ends the conversation, as always, saying she needs to get back to work. Carl literally thinks this signifies she likes him and he'll get laid that day, but like every day, he does not.

"CARL, CAN YOU PLEASE GET THOSE PAMPHLETS UPLOADED, LIKE NOW?" "S-sorry, I-I uh, I've been having issues at home, please understand. I"ll get them over right to you!" Barbara, his boss, loves to put Carl in his place. He is constantly made guilty because it empowers Barbara, an older feminist lady married to a wealthy college professor. Carl goes on throughout the day feeling guilty with a chip on his shoulder because he can never perform to Barbara's expectations so he goes home feeling bad for himself, which is why he smokes pot.