it's not all beer and bus drivers you know
14 years old and earning money for some damn thing or other i can no longer remember, but dad got me a job in his local boozer filling the beer flagons (1/2 gallon jars) (this was eons ago), and after awhile became quite good at avoiding the huge sprays of freezing cold beer if the jar was too hot, meaning the fucker exploded.
in the end, i was working late at night and had carefully got no backspray at all until the last set of five come on, and three went at once. not a happy camper.
here i was 14, covered, and i mean covered in beer as i stepped onto the bus to take me home. and the bastard driver wouldn't let me on for childs fare either cos he reckoned if i was old enough to drink piss (badly) i was old enough to pay full fare.

I must have got the money i was working so hard for as i remember being there still when school started back couple months later.
(fushundchups taste better with vinegar, Tue 5 Oct 2004, 13:03, Reply)