In The Black: Three Truths To Retire Better
It was late and I was hungry. So naturally, one of the few places that is open will more than likely be fast food. So I drive to one of the nearest fast food chains and instead of ordering through the drive-thru, I decide to go in. Immediately, my eyes are drawn to an older woman working behind the counter. She had to be about 80-years-old, seriously. She had a slight hump in her back and her hands shook profusely.
I felt so bad giving her my order, because not only was she old, but she was obviously a new employee and didn’t know how to work all of the equipment. So when something she put in didn’t go right, the manager, who happened to be a very condescending early 20’s (I’m talking like 21 at the most) young, perky girl that kept shaking her head at the woman when she had to fix her mistake.
Needless to say, I got my order and went back out to the car. When driving back home, I couldn’t help but to think, how did that woman end up there? She was well beyond her years, but she NEEDED that job.