Posted by Ted Bronson | Filed under Patriot's Journey
…and says to the oh so bored goth at the only open register, “Where can I find a light bulb for my oven hood fixture?”
She pops her gum and without even looking at him says “Try number four.”
So the guy goes to the fourth aisle, finds out the light bulbs are actually on aisle six, scrounges through the mislabeled and mismatched racks, and finally finds the last two bulbs in the store that will work for his appliance.
When the guy goes up to pay at the goth chick’s register, she obviously has had her sense of irony removed since she actually says “‘You gotta go to the customer service desk, I’ve already counted out my drawer.”
So the guy goes to cust serv, pays for his lightbulbs, and leaves the store, never to return.
My kids will NOT be that little goth chick. My kids are going to have jobs as soon as they can. They are going to pay for their own clothes if they don’t like what I buy for them. They are going to pay for their own gas and car insurance or they won’t drive. They are going to pay for their own dates, haircuts, jewelry, tattoos, and chewing gum. Because if they don’t, they won’t have these things.
I think I mentioned here before that I worked at lawn work and fast food joints since the time I was ten or eleven. I was working a grill at a steakhouse by the time I was twelve. I also bussed tables, washed dishes, swabbed decks, took out trash or anything else that needed doing. I have never had a job that was beneath me, because no HONEST job is beneath anyone. And I expect my kids to learn that as well. Hazel and I were talking just the other day about how we need to get to know some of our farmer neighbors so that we can get the kids out in the field picking strawberries or oranges some summer soon. I fully intend to make sure that my kids understand the value not only of hard labor, but of responsible spending and the sense of accomplishment that comes from getting that very first paycheck.
My Patriot’s Journey has led me from a tiny little town in Lower Alabama, through numerous jobs that I didn’t think I could or would ever do, to a comfortable home with a great job where most of the time I sit in air conditioning and never punch a time clock. But I was able to do them all because I knew that nothing good was ever easy, that accomplishments are rewarded, and that self-respect makes digging ditches to feed your family just as important a job as baling hay, or picking pecans, or marching in a straight line, or even designing a multi-billion dollar freeway project.
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