I don't care what happened, really. I just know that if they're gonna be assholes and insist he was fired, then he won't get unemployment.
So now he's a security guard in a museum gift shop. And he has a cold. And his arm is in a sling because he fell off his bike. And he's about to turn 50 ... OK, not for 7 months. But, as Meg Ryan said of 40 in When Harry Met Sally, "it's out there."
He's broke. He's draining his 401(k). He's scared.
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So today I picked up a gift card for him that's good at his pharmacy of choice. Besides, in addition to meds, you can get just about anything at a drug store. He can use it for laundry detergent or dog food for all I care.
I just know it's a privilege to help him when I can and how I can. Because he's a great guy.