On the LIRR today, I saw someone in a fast food uniform shirt. This person was probably commuting at least an hour and blowing an hour’s wage each way to sling burgers in Manhattan. And in the current economy, this person might even be grateful to have to do this. I thought about that.
I love my yuppie, first-world problems. They’re real, and some of them are non-trivial, but it doesn’t take much reflection to decide that I wouldn’t trade them for most other people’s. This week, anyway.