Burgers, anyone?
I was 14. It was winter. I needed a Saturday job, and my local Wimpy were hiring. 8 hours work, I had to shout orders at the cook (really handy for a shy 14 year old who wouldn't say boo to a goose...) for a while, then they put me out into the shopping centre dressed as Mr Wimpy. The costume stank, I couldn't wear a coat underneath it, and I froze. I did that all bloody day without a single break, then burst into tears when my Dad came to pick me up. He stormed back into the Wimpy, shouted at the manager, and told him I wouldn't be returning. Then he promised to match what they were paying me as pocket money until I got another job. Then he made (hah!) me eat the nice gooey cake he'd just bought himself from Marks and Spencer cos I was bloody starving. I'd not been allowed so much as a mouthful of a drink since breakfast.

My Dad rocks.
(krytenk, Tue 5 Oct 2004, 14:56, Reply)