I was downsized last week from my job at Sprint, and as I had just moved to New Orleans to take the job, you can imagine it was a little traumatic. Undaunted, I prowled the French Quarter and Treme (where I live) for the next few days, filling out applications and trying to scare up a job in NOLA.
I was called for an interview at a little corner store-pharmacy-po’boy shop (it’s a multi-talented place) not two blocks from my apartment. I went over in high spirits yesterday. About ten minutes into my interview, the phone rings. The manager answers, then flings it down and says, “There’s been an accident!” and then bolts out of the room. I sat tight for about 15 minutes to see what was going on.
The manager and another employee reappear; the manager is limping and it’s obvious he’s in a great deal of pain. I help him sit down and he tells me what happened: someone tried to rob the store while I was being interviewed (!), one of the employees tackled the robber (!!), and then the manager came and also tackled the robber and in the process injured his knee (!!!). And after all that, the robber escaped. I then helped the manager to his car so his wife could drive him to the hospital.
Today, the manager called me back. I got the job. I start tomorrow at 10 am. 
