It was only my second day as a mover when I was sent on a pack job. I was with two other guys. They’d been with the company a while, so it seemed totally natural when one asked me to label his carton of picture frames for him.
“Here, just use my marker,” I said, holding it out for him.
He just stared at it.
“He doesn’t label boxes,” the other guy said.
What he meant was, he couldn’t label boxes. My fellow packer was functionally illiterate.
But boy, could he pack a house.