He “works 80 hour weeks and sends money home for his kids, and pays bills here, leaving him with nearly nothing after every paycheck,” his coworker Emily Hinderscheid wrote on GoFundMe.
On a typical morning, he woke up before 5:30 a.m. and walked to the Chipotle he worked at for his morning shift, and then would then clock out at 2:30 p.m. and walk across town to the Dairy Queen for the afternoon shift.
Why not use a bike? I see from time to time stories how someone walk this and this to work because no car or was given a car after that ect. but why not use a bike in such situation, is much cheaper and faster way to go from place A to place B then just... walk. The "walk" is better for media headlines or seriously nobody use bikes in that area?
ReplyDeleteit's a question that I was wondering about too, and I can only guess that because it's Minnesota, there's too much snow for biking 6 months of the year. I do know a lot about that, only Minnesota got more snow than where I grew up in the Yoop. And colder temps. So, why not in the summer? I don't have answers.
DeleteAnd yes, it's more attention getting, but, I can also say for sure, that this is the 3rd or 4th story about someone who was seriously working their butt off in the most respectable way, that was given a car.
I'll just respect the guy for 2 jobs, no selfishness, in fast food for gods sake, to send money home to his kids. Really, that's the part that gets me, and I know there aren't many people that do that. Hell, not many dads are looking out for their kids, and that's my dad too. Went out for smokes and beers when I was 3 or 4. Didn't show back up til the child support years were over. Not making that up. I know govt cheese well.
Anyway, I hope you cheer for this guy, and the people that give him a car. How the hell he's going to afford car insurance is another matter.
The most I ever did was about 80 hours a week, in my teens, as I was a captive employee, living at a summer resort in one of the OLD cabins that only the employees were let into, as the Chicago type tourists were paying to get the nice cabins, in the woods, and the boss really had to do very little to get us to work more hours, for tips. I was bar back and bell hop, and pool cleaner, 17 years old.