I’ve worked jobs ranging from housekeeper to attendant at a dry cleaners.
But commuting for hours every day at jobs I didn’t love prevented me from seeing the very people I was doing it for: my family. I began selling tamales door-to-door six days a week, sometimes going to bed around 2AM and waking up at 4AM to continue preparing for the upcoming day.
It was hard, but becoming a small business owner let me pick my hours; so the minute that bell rang and my kids were out of school, I could be around them.
And there’s a lottery to get on the wait list, and there are over 2,000 people on it—and people can wait over a decade to actually get a permit.
New York City should be the heart in the land of opportunity, but instead, these caps limit opportunity for thousands every year.
But a cap enacted in the 1980s limits the number of available food permits so vendors like me who want to earn an honest living simply can’t.
Instead, we get fined and are put on a wait list to get a permit.
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