But that kid from Podunk, now unloading freight at the big-box store, is a universe away from Oxford and a Capuchin friar buddy.
She appeared to be just a happy American consumer out shopping at a big-box store.
He was making $14.25 an hour when he was fired, which is not a bad wage for a guy who moves boxes around at a big-box store.
He's working now at a big-box store, making $40,000 a year, and waiting for his Medicare to kick in.
Going to Thanksgiving is like going to war; setting foot in a big-box store is like walking into World War Z.