Sitting here in the Panera on Central Avenue. Just had a lengthy conversation with George, who was on his break.

George walks around cleaning the tables here. He seems like a quiet man content to go about his work. George told me he just arrived in America from India with his wife and son four months ago. He was working at KFC down the road, but didn’t much care for it. He said he always smelled like chicken, and the place wasn’t as clean as Panera.

George has never seen snow, and he’s excited. He’s also never felt such cold (it’s about 35 degrees today). George is probably, oh, 55, and I’m sure in India he was a well-educated man with a better job. But “better job” in India isn’t “better job” in America.

I love guys like George, because they’re authentic and real and genuine. He’s here to support himself and his family, and he’ll wipe down 1,000 tables if need be. I sit here, and watch the high schools kids make their messes; the soccer moms make their messes; the construction guys make their messes—and George is invisible to them.

He’s not invisible to me.

3 thoughts on “George”

  1. Love the sentiment and try to have the same attitude myself, but to argue they’re invisible to everybody else is one of the most pompous things I have ever read.

  2. To many people, he really is invisible. To many others, he is worse than invisibile…like he woman who made the kids dig through the trash for her BMW keys.

  3. Thanks for the info. I just called the Department of Homeland Security AND the INS to check out this ‘George’ character. Thank you for providing the name and location of his employer.
    Typical LIBERAL reporter writes and article like this to pat HIMSELF on the back for being nice enough to talk to him and psycho analyze the ‘poor immigrant’. Any decent conservative would check out this suspicious character because he loves his country and cares about his community and his own children’s safety.

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