Whatever vague plans I had for my life had centered around the bank in a Middle-Western city of which my mother’s brother was president. It had been generally understood that as soon as I was through college Uncle Frank would have a job for me. However, my roommate was insistent. And so, to be a good fellow, I drifted into a business to which twenty-four hours before I had never given a thought.
"My uncle is a bank president but I decided to work in a warehouse on the spur of the moment to be accommodating."
This is an essay about a dude who fucks over the people he knows for the people he doesn't. That's not "accommodating." That's "disloyalty."