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It was a shitty day - rainy, cool. When Jack arrived at the usual hardware store parking lot where day labourers gathered, there was about the same crowd as there was any other day. A couple hours later, that crowd had thinned considerably. Few of the agricultural and landscaping employers showed up, and when no one had come looking for workers for 45 minutes, most of the crowd dispersed.
A black panel van pulled into the lot and stopped some distance away from the few workers that were left huddled under the overhang of the store’s roof. After a couple minutes--and just as Jack had decided he wasn’t going to have much luck that day--it turned out of the parking spot and drove over to where he stood.
“Hey, you want some work loading some boxes?” the man on the passenger side--blond hair, blue eyes, stocky build--asked, rolling down his window. “We’ll pay ten bucks an hour.”
( Jack hesitated for a moment... )
A black panel van pulled into the lot and stopped some distance away from the few workers that were left huddled under the overhang of the store’s roof. After a couple minutes--and just as Jack had decided he wasn’t going to have much luck that day--it turned out of the parking spot and drove over to where he stood.
“Hey, you want some work loading some boxes?” the man on the passenger side--blond hair, blue eyes, stocky build--asked, rolling down his window. “We’ll pay ten bucks an hour.”
( Jack hesitated for a moment... )