It was a simpler time but not a better time. We weren't allowed downtown. We weren't allowed to vacation on the shores of Staten Island like the wealthy. We provided blue collar service , then we trudge back to the outskirts of the city. Day in and day out, we worked for pennies.
"Yes, sir." "Thank you, ma'am." "May I help you sir?" "Can I get that for you ma'am?"
Indignant attitudes as though it were a crime to be noticed, a felony to not be invisible. Maybe one day, they will look me in the eye and say "Thank you."
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