It was summer, and the company was getting a lot more business.
As a result, the owner, Benito, started hiring people at a frantic pace. Every morning, an unfamiliar guy would arrive at the shop while we were loading the truck, to wait for an interview.
One morning, we were in the shop sharpening lawnmower blades when a car pulled up and a man stepped out. The sunlight glinted off his arms, making me squint.
I peered at him, and I saw that instead of hands, the guy had hooks protruding from his wrists.
Crew Leader Carl appeared behind me. I glanced over and saw that he was staring at the man.
“Dude,” Carl said, as the guy walked into Benito’s office. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m wondering if we have the facilities, vehicles and tools to accommodate his disability.”
“Actually,” Carl said, “I was wondering how the guy uses the bathroom. You know what I mean? It seems like you could cause some major damage with those things!”
I looked at him. “You know, Boss,” I said, shaking my head, “I don’t think you and I will ever be on the same page.”