a version of this blog originally posted on 6/27/15:
In the interaction between someone working as a cashier and a customer the dynamic is one of business, one of mutual respect, with no person the superior, a meeting of equals:
In businesses where wages might be low -- fast food joints -- management should allow a tip jar. Those customers that can afford to that want to show an appreciation, a respect for the folks working, can tip. Anyone that doesn’t see it that way, or doesn’t wish to tip, or can't afford to, does not have to.
The money generated -- provided by the customers -- will make a difference.
Please give to the Diabetes, Endocrine, and Nutrition Center/ 417 State Street, #235/ Bangor, Maine, 04401/ 207-973-7334
A hero can be a migratory cheer of the heart before being shot down in flight by second thoughts, a hero one day a dead duck the next.
Happy Veteran's Day...
To all that served: thank you.
"Veterans Day originated as “Armistice Day” on Nov. 11, 1919, the first anniversary of the end of World War I. Congress passed a resolution in 1926 for an annual observance, and Nov. 11 became a national holiday beginning in 1938." - history.com/topics/ holidays/veterans-day-facts
Please give to the Paralyzed Veterans of America: 801 18th Street, NW/ Washington D.C. 20006/ 1-800-555-9140
“Choking on all kinds of miscellaneous crap, the sky doggie-humped the big valley as the day died and the forlorn red sun sank screeching into the atmospheric murk, until it exploded like the final moment in a B movie when giant methane-enriched cockroaches gas California and a buxom blonde in high-heels lights a match.
“He watched the nuclear sunset with a connoisseur’s eye. In applause, Carney threw a half-eaten taco into the gray surging water of the Sacramento River. Maybe a sturgeon would eat it, digest it, impart it within its eggs and it would end up as caviar in one of those tourist baskets along with California wine, cheese, and grapes. Maybe Carney would go swimming with the eight-hundred-pound sturgeon and the butt-ugly giant fish would eat him and he’d become part of the process…” - from China Flats, a novel by Kevin O’Kendley
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