Child LabourThere is a special part of Hell I'd like to reserve for those arses that order every single Sunday paper. Do you know how heavy that makes the bundle of papers some poor kid (ie me) has to lug around? Funny how your papers always seemed to get mangled in your letterbox...
I loved my paper round, but, looking back, I was getting paid peanuts to ruin my back and cycle around in the cold and dark. How were you exploited as a child?
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chthonic, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:05)
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Never hay for a neighborbefore finding out what the conditions are there first
I grew up on a farm and during hay season we'd hire up to six other kids to help pile hay in our barn...between every load we would go into the milkhouse and drink our fill of sweet well water and every other load my Mom would send out sodas for everyone
So when one of our neighbors asked if I could help him hay one day I said sure...I was always looking to make a few extra bucks
The guy hired a friend and me only...we were sent to a barn out in the middle of nowhere with NO running water and a quart mayonnaise jar of warm water for the both of us meant to last all day
The water was gone after two loads of hay...we both very nearly died of dehydration by the end of that 100 degree Summer day
To his credit the farmer knew he screwed up but no matter what he promised after that I never helped him hay again
(, Sat 18 Feb 2006, 2:30, Reply)
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