Your car, the Mailbox
Amazon has a great way to deliver your packages. They sneak into your car or truck and hide your order inside your vehicle.
It’s yet another brilliant brainchild of CEO Bezos, founder and chairman of Amazon, the world’s largest online shopping retailer.
Bezos is the most successful marketeer in the solar system.
Nearly everything he touches turns to gold — and he’s onto a great concept with his latest idea.
But I figure he could make a lot more loot and do the world a huge favor by taking stuff out of vehicles. 81.9% of Americans have no place to store anything.
Why? Clutter and impulse shopping causes 97.99% of us to end up living in the American nightmare: The tiny house.
The average American home is 1403 square feet. But as of 5: 12 pm yesterday there was only 119.5 square feet of livable space in that house thanks to 134,000.211 Amazon packages delivered to Americans in the last 23.7 hours.
Let’s look at some facts and create yet another Goddam stupid algorithm from big data.
The average American between one and 101 owns 1.8 vehicles. And 87.78% of those vehicles are so stuffed with items from Amazon that there is only room enough for mom and six soccer players in the family SUV.
But five of those soccer players have to sit on mom’s lap. And it helps if mom’s an anorexic.
The solution is simple. Empty anything with a motor in it by reversing the concept of filling it. Amazon needs to create a network of pickers instead of hiders to rid the nation of vehicle clutter.
These pickers could not be college dropouts. My no. They would be required to have at least two Phds from America’s best universities.
Did you know that only 3.34% of Phds are employed in the industry they trained for? The rest work part time for Walmart, Pizza Hut and Uber. Many of them sleep in shifts in Airbnb flop houses.
After all, no one feels good about being homeless after borrowing an average of 87% of their $143,010.00 tuition fee (yearly cost) to earn a MBA from Harvard or Wharton.
Especially when that crème de la crème of potential financial wizards were certain when they got their mitts on MBAs they would surpass the piddling little company that Jeff built.
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