Fallen Angels, Season 1 & Season 2

Dick remarked on how well Kamal speaks English, without the kind of accent so many immigrants struggle to shake.

Kamal burst out into that big, professional storekeeper’s laugh that serves him so well.

“The hat fools certain folks,” he said.

“I was born and raised in Bloomfield Hills and mastered in comparative languages at Ann Arbor.”

Kamal had worked summers in his “jid’s” store. Years later his grandfather, his jid, asked if he’d care to take over the mini-mart. Since then he’s been surrounded by dialects from around the world.

Kamal made a diplomatic show of welcoming Dick to his establishment and to the neighborhood of ungentrified row-houses.

“You don’t happen to own the BMW 3 Series I’ve seen parked out on the street, do you?” Kamal asked.

“Half of it,” Dick said.

A man came in for lottery tickets. A woman came in for her daily purchase of three Salem Golds at fifty cents apiece.

“I’m curious,” Dick said, “what made you think the 3 Series out there belongs to me?”

“I could tell by your accent,” Kamal said.

Jane and Dick are jobless, still, and renting in a neighborhood whose better days are behind it.

Career opportunities are all but certain to come their way but until then it’s strictly by-the-bootstraps.

Jane suggested they take up dog walking – zero capital requirements, minimal wardrobe demands, exercise and fresh air. They’d work for cash and still get unemployment.

Their old neighbors in Georgetown shelled out as much as $25 an hour.

“Except for one problem,” Dick said, “our new neighborhood’s full of people who cut their own hair, scrub their own bathrooms and walk their own dogs.

“Maybe it’s time,” he said, “that we explore the pings we’ve been getting from those unregistered domains in Eastern Europe”

”No fucking way, Dicky.” Jane replied. “We agreed to walk away from all that when we left the White House.”

It’s hard to believe how many credit cards Dick and Jane have maxed out, and how often they make only the minimum payment since they lost their jobs.

They’ll take on a high-interest card to get the signup bonus so they can pay off one that’s delinquent.

It’s a challenge keeping track of which issues are live and which are dead. Standing in checkout lines, they play Russian roulette rifling through their duplicate Discover, Visa and Mastercards.

Jane earned slightly more than Dick at the White House due to working overtime on a Steve Bannon project – she doesn’t like to talk about that.

She had planned on marrying a man who is older, taller, and savvier at managing their finances than she is. Her mother Virginia tells her two out of three of those qualities isn’t bad for a first husband.

Jane and Dick are looking to pick up a few bucks until they land fancy career-path jobs again.

Jane checked out a waitress gig.

She found that servers are paid less than minimum wage and depend on tips that would barely cover her Ubers to and from the diner. Besides, who wants to waste a $7000 orthodontically perfect smile on a lousy twenty percent tip?

While working in the White House, Dick and Jane developed social-media blitzes opposing a higher minimum wage which, they argued, would be paid to teens getting generous allowances anyway.

Jane has rehearsed a graceful way to turn down offers which aren’t to her liking. She didn’t need to use it at the SunnySide Cafe.

The manager politely informed her she wasn’t qualified for the job. He boxed up two free slices of SunnySide’s signature velvet cream pie and sent her on her way.

Dick and Jane were part of the White House communications team that promoted the lie that the election was stolen and the Electoral College needed to be stopped.

They knew instantly the murderous riot was a disaster for their careers.

The rioters claim they were just following orders from the president.

Even die-hard supporters who excused away years of shameless abuses condemned the former president, but not until after he had lost the election.

Dick and Jane are desperately working to justify their resumes. We were just following orders is how they spin it during job interviews.

There haven’t been many.