He knew how it worked. You wake up, go to the library, search the computer for job ads, then apply.
Soon he’d be waking up on the street, exchanging ancient papers for yesterday’s news. But today he still has home and family, a suit that’s worn and shiny and smells a bit, a shirt with holes, and hope in his eyes.
A sign at the dry-cleaners’ advertises: “Jobless? Neat your suit for the interview? Free cleaning inside.”
A suit that’s clean, smells fresh and hides the holes! Yay! He got the job. The cleaner got his business. Life goes on.