My older son has a weekend job restocking supermarket shelves. No one calls him by his name; they summon him by yelling "stock!" He walks around with a clipboard, checking to see what's run out and is constantly scrambling to replace the diet Raspberry Snapple. He's still new at the job and though he knows he is allowed to help himself to as much as fountain soda as he wants, no one told him the rules for eating lunch. The day before, he had texted us, asking us to bring him something to eat. Can one of you please come here and feed me!!! My husband told him to go to the lunch counter and order a sandwich. I don't feel comfortable doing that I work for them I can't just have them make me a...
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