About a week ago I went to a matinee movie on a weekday at an older suburban theater, one with older concession concepts. Even with a low crowd, the attendant had trouble finishing a customer before me. She apologized and said this was her second day on the job. Then, when I asked for a coffee, it had to be brewed. Then she told me that the machine did not brew coffee without cream, which a coworker backed up. I’ve never heard of a coffee machine that won’t brew without additives. The machine looked like the kind that serves free coffee at car dealerships.
Yet, it would not be pleasant for me to take a minimum wage job, work under regimentation, and not stumble. Ask Barbara Ehrenreich when she wrote “Nickel and Dimed” in 2001.