The ghost of Adam Smith
It was a dark and stormy night. Give me your money. What? Give me your money. Who are you? Adam Smith. Adam Smith? Well, I’m actually the ghost of Adam Smith. That doesn’t make any sense. No one can talk to a ghost. Ghosts aren’t real. Well, we’re talking, right? So what’s the problem? I don’t believe in ghosts. Too bad. Can anyone else see you? Not right now. But everyone knows who you are. Or who you were. They do. Everyone knows me. Everyone loves me. I’m famous. I wrote the book that changed the world. So give me your money. How much? All of it. You want me to give you all my money, and you’re not even real? Exactly. Okay. Let’s say I decide to give you my money. How do i do it? It’s easy. You sign this piece of paper and you’re done. I’m done? What does that mean? It means I will be controlling your profits if you are in business, your income if you work for someone else, your investments, your spending, your safety, security, health, and even your happiness. That’s a lot. Wh