A young man wearing a black leather jacket, baggy blue jeans, and a tear-drop tattoo under his right eye stood next to me in line at the local Dunkin Donuts. He asked for the manager.

The manager arrived, still tense from having just kicked out a drunk, “How can I help you?”

The young man replied, “I haven’t heard from you and I wanted to check in.”

Nothing.

“Do you remember me?” he asked. “I filled out a job application.” [more]