"Who are they?" asked my mate, sipping her house white, as a group of young blokes got up then casually flew away in a helicopter.
"I don't know - merchant bankers? Investment brokers? Something that doesn't get your hands dirty."
Disregarding my sneering, she said: "You're wrong. Look at their hands." She was right. Not in suits and they had cow cocky hands. We asked the barman what they did. "Builders."
"What, as in construction companies?" "Nope. Just your garden variety."
That was the late nineties and there'd be a few builders who might argue, post GFC, that it's a different world now. But then, at the finish of years of university study and barely cracking the minimum wage we had time to consider the wisdom of accepting the mantra that if you were bright enough you should go to university.