Employment in the U.S. right now is crazy. Every day I get emails. To me. The oldster. "Amazon is hiring. Great starting salary. College tuition possible." Or, "Be your own boss. Sign up for Door Dash, or Uber or Lyft."
Today I was sitting in the drive through when my phone rang. "Grandma, it's me," said a quivering young male voice. "I need your help. I've been in an accident." My heart sank for that instant before I knew this wasn't either of my grandsons. "Can you give me your number so I can call you back?," I said. Click. Call over.
Later, I thought: with all of the jobs out there that are begging to be filled, why did this somewhat talented young man have to choose one so terrible? So mean?