Reply #56: I worked part-time on Sundays at a national retail establishment

[Ikonoklast]

located in a large shopping center in a fairly affluent suburb a few years back.

At every Christmas time, we were hurting for help and had the 'help wanted' sign out, with very few takers as all the local kids or housewives in that town didn't want or need need to take a ten dollar an hour job.

Almost everyone that did work at that store lived somewhere else.

Anyway, there was a young fellow that showed up every year around the holidays, shabbily dressed, needing a shave, with a sign that stated he had little kids and a family, and would work for food.

Every year one of the store department heads would walk out to the entrance drive and ask the guy if he wanted a job, as they would put him on immediately, and every year he would tell them to fuck off.

After the holidays, he would disappear.