Day 6

Day 6

We have a team meeting at a restaurant before work. Our nineteen-year-old boss shows up, all ripped jeans and backward baseball cap, wearing a hoodie and constantly checking his cellphone. He also has—no shit—a baby wallaby with him in a sling. He explains that his girlfriend's family, with whom he lives, owns a petting zoo, and they bought some wallabys (wallabies?), but the babies are too young to be left alone, so you have to put them in a sling and carry them around like you're their mother. Or he was full of shit and just wanted to seem like a Cool Weirdo With An Exotic Pet. Either way, he was carrying what amounted to a baby kangaroo around in a bag. We finish whatever the hell we were meeting about and make our way out into the world, where I see an unusal amount of trash scattered through the streets, including at least one bottle of Hennessy. I wonder briefly if I am now in The Ghetto.