Headed over to what I thought was a Walmart protest this morning, but when I got there, no one else showed up. I mean, it is 20 degrees this morning, but if I could get my ass out of bed, dressed and out of the house, anyone can.
So instead I filled up my gas tank and swung by Mickey D’s drivethrough for breakfast. I decided to get a Sausage McGriddle (I only do it maybe every two years, don’t judge) and some hot tea. As I paid the woman at the window, I said, “I hope you’re at least getting time and a half.”
“Nope,” she said, shaking her head. “I wish.”
“Well, the same people who are organizing Walmart are coming after you guys next,” I told her.
“Good. I can’t wait.”
For a part-time worker holidays are just like other days.