The Trucker Who Silenced a Room Full of CEOs
The man in the three-thousand-dollar suit looked at my hands and asked if I was there to fix the air conditioning. My hands are thick. The knuckles are scarred from busted wrenches, and there’s a permanent line of grease under my fingernails that no amount of scrubbing can remove. I looked at his hands. They […]
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