Order Up
I see the red Help Wanted sign in the window of Hoagie Joe’s and just have to stop. The deli’s a few blocks from campus and I’ve been there before with some of my friends, but I never noticed the sign until now. s**t, I need a job if I hope to pay for my books in the fall, and who’d see me in one of those silly white aprons anyway? All my friends have left State for the summer—it’s just me and the empty apartment I managed to find above the music store down the street. I could walk to this place if I got hired…and truth be told, how hard can it be working here, anyway? Making sandwiches isn’t exactly brain surgery. I’m not Emeril but I think I can manage to toast bread.
Maybe they just want someone to sweep the place at night or wash dishes. Take out the trash. I can do that. I
