Grocery shopping today, a cheerful woman of about 35 helped me clear error codes at the self checkout. She was running from station to station helping other customers too, working very hard and quite efficiently.

Somebody cracked a joke about how fast she was going, and she something like, “Oh, sure, and all for the pleasure of 11.63 per hour.”

I called out, “Wow, we gotta work hard for that 15.00 minimum wage.”

She turned and look at me, seeming surprised. “No, I don’t think I’ve ever had a job where I deserved 15.00/hour. I don’t do enough to make that.”

I was kinda stunned. “But don’t you deserve to make enough to support a family?” I asked. “Do you have kids? You can’t buy food and pay rent on 11.63 an hour.”

“Oh,” she said. “My husband is the bread winner. He supports the family with a real job.”

Mike drop.