I was hungry yesterday, and everywhere I went the lines were long, so I decided to visit a "fast food" restaurant. While I was waiting for my order a 7 year old child was adding more ice to the soda fountain machine. The child had to use a chair to climb up, and he was having a very difficult time with the task. I assumed this was the owner's child helping out, but he was wearing a fanchise uniform. I couldn't help it, I was outraged, so I blurted out "They let you work here?!" I mean, I was thinking, what is this, Pakistan? The child looked at me, and was like, "What?" And suddenly I realized that it wasn't a young preadolescent male, it was a very short woman with a haircut that could only be termed 'boyish.' Secondary sexual characteristics were not in evidence, so I would not be surprised if this was a Turner's Syndrome individual or someone with a hormonal pathology. Anyway, I was pretty embarrassed, but I saved myself, I was like, "Oh, I thought you were someone else." But at least I found out that my egoistic self is moved by the possibility of child labor in fast food joints to express reflexive protest!With that said, a few good causes...let's do it people! (if you've donated somewhere, sometime, good for you, and ignore my nagging)
Of course I don't want to be a pest about this, but I'm not forcing you to read the blog :)
