I love to eavesdrop on people's conversations. This is New York, however and on the rare occasion that a conversation is conducted in English, I can't help but listen. Yesterday, two stock men were busy at their jobs stocking yogurt and ice at Stop n' Shop.
As Yogurt man passed Ice Man, the usual how ya doin' ensued. Then Yogurt man asked Ice man what time he was working til.
"Closing." Said Ice man.
"That's a long time," Yogurt man observed.
"Gotta bring home the grease! Know what I mean?"
Grease. I guess that's a new term? Used to be bacon but I guess that's reserved for referring to cops now. But I get it: bacon when you cook it, makes grease. Then again I could be dead wrong.
So as they parted ways, Yogurt man making his way to the yogurt section asked Ice man, "Hey, what are you doin' for Labor day?"
"Workin'." Ice man says, not missing a beat loading the bags of ice into the ice locker.
"Working? That sucks!"
Ice man stops loading his ice, puts his hands on his hips and says, "Well it is Labor day!"
It doesn't get any more real than that. Thanks for the words of wisdom, Ice man. Now I feel secure that coolers stocking beer at picnics this Labor day will have no shortage of ice as long as you are working at Stop n' Shop.
Happy Labor Day.