We're on the left, we're workers. Well, workers yes, but middle class. That's right, when we consume, we are capitalists. After a long day of work, nothing to open the refrigerator and prepare a hook dinner. Today we have not had time to make the purchase either. The small shops in the neighborhood close too soon!

We take the cell phone and we'll make it easier. The week is being tough and after so much work... we will ask for a delivery. What tempted me the most? Damn it! We haven't eaten sushi for a long time. Look at the menu, the finger on the screen up, down, click, asking for a dinner for two. Until food arrives, I can surf the Internet with peace of mind. Look at the newspapers, some ridiculous video, the weather forecast for tomorrow... Looking at the clock, I'm long waiting. Where has the dealer entered? I won't take the job, poor man... Our youngest grandson has worked with the bike in a pizza restaurant. He wasn't paid much, but he was compatible with his college studies. Thank you, precariousness, thank you, flexicurity. We must look at the positive side: after all, these restaurants create jobs.

They touched the bell. Climbing the stairs you hear quick and quick steps sighing. He apologizes for the fact that he takes the food out of the bag, that he makes the delivery on his bicycle. I took the money out of my portfolio and lent a tip to the poor devil. The yellow cube bag has drawn my attention especially, is that the famous Glovo?

The couple told me that I had just read some story about the glovo, and as I opened the sushi drawers, I went online to search. I've read hard testimonies on the phone screen. “We are false self-employed, and in the end we become slaves to our work. People think we're here because we like to ride a bike. This is our job and we ask for a living wage.”

Consumer, capitalist, oppressor: in our house, instead of making dinner ourselves, we expel service, carefree from what happens behind and at the cheapest price, putting at our service precarious or false self-employed workers. While they are outside any labour agreement, while there is still the possibility of unionizing and defending their rights in an orderly manner, when at 10 p.m. we are hungry for five: it is time to give effect to our right to leisure.

I've seen myself in an exploitative pyramid: by the chair's throne, with a whip in my hand. Yes, as a capitalist consumer, but as a worker who exploits a worker. Every hour of work of the former middle-class employee is better paid and an hour of his leisure time is also more valuable. She has enough money in her wallet to be able to enjoy her free time and bring her dinner home. The second worker, or the false self-employed, has fewer hours of work and his right to leisure is totally violated.

With the ass caught in the chair of the living room, I like it, I've got to do retweets and interviews. In the meantime, I have received a notification from Whatsapp so that tomorrow morning I will produce a report that needs a great deal. Zas! The boss's emoticon hasn't cushioned the whiff I felt on my back. The private company that occupies its pockets at the top of the pyramid is a private company. The crushed oppressor, with his throat contracted, resumed his work at 11:00 p.m.