Conversation lulls as they pull off 65, and at the exit there’s a man with a sign. He doesn’t even bother to check out their car. They keep their eyes straight forward; Larch signals left.
“See, that’s where the minimum wage can actually hurt people,” mutters Gina.
“Oh please,” retorts Larch. “That’s about as widely obeyed as the speed limit. I wonder if the immigrant walkout guys, lobbyists like that, if they consider food or cash under the table–not that he was getting either–”
Judd just fidgets. The WILL WORK FOR BANDWIDTH on his shirt feels heavy, hot and flat.