It had been a rough a year. I had tried to pick up any job that would take me. Funny thing, before all this, people would line up to get a piece of my time. Now no one will even look at me.
A local restaurant picked me up as a table busser. It’s honest work. Got mouths to feed and all. I just don’t know what happened. One day life was grand, steady income and now I’m fighting to put gas in the tank.
The people are nice. The wait staff even more so. I do what I need to and always get praise. It’s gonna be tough to leave this place when they no longer need me.
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