Their commercials claim “Be your own boss!” The problem with that is, sometimes bosses need to work long hours and dip into their own pockets to make ends meet. Yesterday, I bought gas twice and still I had a very unproductive day. Other than one drive from Marin to SFO, the day was a bust. I drove back to The Firewood Temple with a feeling of total failure.
I could have worked more but I refuse to be some lazy person’s delivery boy; case in point, without looking well at my phone screen I accepted a delivery. Quickly, I canceled it claiming distance, “too far.” Someone had placed an order online at a McDonald’s for a quarter pounder, fries and a Coke. Imagine someone so lazy that they are willing to buy a 7 dollar meal and the willing to spend six dollars in having it delivered!
If they paid better, I would retire and drive people around all day. I’ve had some incredible conversations. My last rider was Michiko, an 87 year old woman on her way to an electric guitar lesson. We bonded immediately. I used the few sentences of Japanese I knew and we laughed at life, adult children and Trump.
At the end of our time together, she told me an incredible life story! She was too young to remember her father other than the day when he shipped out. She only remembered how her mother cried when he told her he would return home as soon as he could. It was only after her mother had died that she found the letter and I’m paraphrasing in English, “My Love, Know I love you. Everyday know it. They say we will soon be attacked and we will have to fight hard. Give my dear Michiko a kiss and hug!” The letter had been sent from Iwo Jima… This too will pass