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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ShitI was paid to shovel shit.
Horse shit, at a local stables, for the princely sum of one pound a day. Kids who complained about so-called exploitation were told not to come back, "as there are plenty more young people out there who'd LOVE to work here with our wonderful horses". So, we wage slaves, thinking no further than where the next quarter of sherbert lemons was coming from, just kept our heads down and dug.
The stable owners bagged up all the crap we diligently mucked out of the stables and sold it to local gardeners for rather more than a pound a bag, a state of affairs we found distinctly unfair.
We vowed that something should be done. Something ironic.
I'd estimate then, that about 2 per cent of bags sold contained a genuine human poo, skilfully dumped by way of awful revenge. I'd love to see the state of their tomatoes.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 16:01,
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