"There's nothing unnatural about being forced to pay to preserve your wealth" said the rat-faced man in the expensive suit. He and his two burly associates had wandered into my shop, taken in the quality of my merchandise, but declined to purchase anything. Instead, perplexingly, he tried to sell me an "insurance policy", equal to 20% of my gross per month. After all, he said, to have the value of monthly sales in my boutique, I need to have an actual structure to sell from, and clearly, the continuity of my having possessions wasn't going to come for free!