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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Dead stuffMy parents live in Australia, their house is built with a (child sized) cavity under the house.
Of course stuff would go under their to die which would make our house smell rank in the summer heat.
There were things like bush rats, mice, some cats and bunnies.
My parents always said that I was the only person small enough to get under there. They'd pay me $20 per dead thing.
That may seem like a good wage, but being Australia, you had to fight your way past all the not dead stuff like spidies and rats! Was always hilarious when my dad shut the door for a laugh. Bastard.
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 15:45, Reply)
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