As I converse with the children at my country club, I begin to forget about the incessant profanity and negativity I must express to fit in with my coworkers. “You serve him, I’m just straight up done with this job,” says my coworker, Brett, engrossed in his phone and refusing to even nod at our customer.
“Chill, it’s just a kid,” I reply smoothly, and jumping from my chair to escape the sweltering heat, I exclaim, “Hey Max, what have you got there, buddy?” Stepping up to the counter, Max fires a foam football at my head, with impressive accuracy for six year-old. My hands jolt up from my sides and I catch the ball inches from my nose, “Wow Max you have a pretty strong arm! But do you think you can take me down in an arm wrestling match?” I