Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Baggage

When I was 13, about 400 years ago, well, ok, 26 years ago, I had a job working in a Dairy King. A little walk up place where I took orders for burgers and fried things while the Greek family in the back made the food. Not bad money, really. I made about $90 a week. I had to turn over all that money. Now, I didn't mind then, because I thought I was helping the family. But, I still got my clothes at Goodwill, we still had our utilities turned off, and we still ended up homeless.

So I'm a little stewed at parents that take advantage of their children today. Go figure.

I am now taking my mother's advice by not saying anything else.

Cya

2 comments:

Unknown said...

I can't imagine having to turn over my money to my parents - or any of the rest of it, thank goodness... Parents who take advantage of their kids need a good slappin'!

Anonymous said...

Don't let my son hear you say that, he's springing for dinner tonight :)