In my third score of life as a grey-feathered old owl, I am “ruffled” by the centuries-old extreme behavior of bad boys opening their short silk robes with a stogie hanging out of their mouths in front of gals needing a job.
What gets me are the TV-starved attorneys, just recently, raking in millions from caught executives in high-profile positions. There are plenty of gals needing a job or two (or more) that have faced the same predicament as hopeful starlets. Do the same attorneys representing “couched” starlets come to the rescue of a low-wager?
My own story is far worse. In the early 1970s, I worked two waitress jobs – one to supplement an ailing parent and the other for my own survival. In order to keep my job at a Greek-owned restaurant, I was encouraged to marry a friend of the boss, just off the boat.
A 6-foot tall hostess married a 5-foot guy, who later got “legal” before a divorce, without incident. For job security, I married without any compensation other than having waitress shifts.
After Vietnam finally ended, there was a crackdown on people like me. I was looking at seven years behind bars. By the skin-of-my-teeth a “rare” attorney represented me free of charge, without strings attached, and by the grace of God I did not do time.
The moral of the story is please let there be more attorneys like the one I had to help out the everyday hard-working Joe or Jane.