Summer in the City: The Real Cost of a Lazy Summer
I used to work a fairly cushy, fairly mindless office job. When I happened to escape my desk for a doctor’s appointment or a mid-day hot dog in Brooklyn or lower Manhattan, I’d inevitably stop in a cafe to grab a coffee, steeling myself before my return. I’d look around the coffee shop at all the people there in the middle of the day, fiddling on their laptops or phones–they seemed to be on a ten-year-long summer break. Then, I’d think to myself, “Who are these people? Where did they come from? And why don’t they have jobs?”