I'm perfectly willing to admit when I'm wrong.   A few weeks ago I said something along the lines of "there is no such thing as a job Americans are unwilling to do."   That's pure rubbish and I'll tell you an anecdote which explains my change of opinion.

I have known quite a few illegal migrant farm workers and generally found them to be an agreeable lot.   These fellows snuck into the country to work on SoCal fruit ranches, picking peaches, cherries and other hot weather fruit.   They lived in deplorable conditions but never complained.   They sent what amounts to huge sums of money when considered in light of their home conditions back to their spouses to support fairly large families.   They hoped to save enough money to better their standard of living at home, eventually returning there after a year or two here.   A few stayed here longer, some permanently settled here.   But as a white, anglo-saxon male, I respected their work ethic and made friends with some.   They, as a general rule, would hand you their last can of beer even when their pockets were completely empty of money and did so often.   They worked hard, bettered their circumstances and were entirely friendly, generous, and respectable human beings.   But that's not the point of this writing.

Today I wanted to get my car serviced in anticipation of a nearly 1,000 mile journey via automobile at the end of the week.   I went to the lube center to get an oil change and have several other items on the car checked out.   It was 97 with relatively low humidity around noon.   The workers toiled away in probably worse heat inside the garage which had no air conditioning.   They were white guys native to the area.   From there I went to a self-service car wash but found the self-service feature had been removed.   But I wanted my car cleaned so I paid the extra money to let them do it.   After the general washing, three workers went to town wiping the water off the car, applying wax, etc.   They worked outside where it was blistering hot.   They were apparently Mexican illegals and not a one of them ever complained about the heat.   They exerted great effort to make sure my car was spotless, working maybe 150% of the effort that was necessary.

My next stop was at the tire place I have patronized for over 17 years, Stafford Tire Center in Middletown, New Jersey.   I pulled up to the lift, got out, and asked the worker there to "please check out my tires and rotate them because I have a long drive at the end of the week."   He replied, "I'll check'em but I'm not gonna rotate'em."   I looked at him and he added, "DO YOU WANT TO STAY OUT IN THIS HEAT?"   I said, "huh?"   He ran his hand over the tires and said "they're fine, come back later if you want'em rotated."   I was dumfounded.   This guy couldn't be bothered doing what I have always had done for 17 years at his place of business because it was too hot.   "If I want the tires rotated?"   Isn't that what I asked for?   I appreciate the fact that it was hot out but it wasn't that hot.   the other equally hot places had no trouble providing their equally taxing services.   Why couldn't this place?   I wasn't sure whether they charge for this service or not but I had decided that if they do not, I was going top tip the guy who serviced the car $20.   I had the twenty in my hand as he spoke down to me with utter disgust.   I was glad this happened.   I'll never go back and I saved the twenty bucks this guy didn't deserve.

If you're not open for business, close up and stop acting as if you're open.   If your workers can't stand the heat, hire some Mexican guys.   They would have done the job, done it well and completely, and had smiles on their faces as they went about their business.