Yesterday while helping friends move out of their apartment I mentioned that, while going to school, I had worked the night shift at UPS loading parcels into cross-country semitrailers. UPS pushed its people hard: I typically lost five pounds a night. “Just like the opera,” the woman, a cellist, remarked. I’d never thought of loading trucks as operatic before, but I was too busy hauling stuff to ask her what she meant.
Oh, pulleaze. What you want, empathy?
Comment by Patrick Mullins — 30 November 2012 @ 9:52 am
I wanted a free lunch for my trouble. And I got one too: Indian buffet, excellent.
Comment by ktismatics — 30 November 2012 @ 9:59 am