A hundred years ago, I was at the front counter of a lumber store getting a signature. There were probably four or five working behind the counter and twelve to fifteen customers. I was waiting on a signature. Suddenly, a guy standing a few feet from me grunts loud enough for myself and several others to turn and look at him.
He's staring at me and loudly says in a disgusting tone that echos in the warehouse , "Twenty bucks and hour. Twenty bucks and hour."( I think we were at $28 somethin). He keeps repeating it.
I get the sig and turn around. By then all eyes are on me for a reaction. He repeats as I turn and face him, "Twenty bucks an hour." And shakes his head.
"Twenty bucks an hour? Hell, buddy, I wouldn't get out of bed for that." I breezed by victorious.