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Originally Posted by Kowalski2011
When I was 14 I worked the summer trimming Christmas trees. With a razor sharp 3 foot machete in each hand, baseball knee guards and steel toe work boots, down the rows we went. Definitely helpful to get into a rhythm as you swing each arm left then right then left as you circled the tree. I only cut myself once - 5 stitches. $1.85 an hour. I bought a 10-speed bike with my earnings that summer.
My other gig was delivering newspapers. 85 customers on my route. Canvas bag wrapped around my butterfly handlebars. Man, Sundays were a bitch. Then there was 'collect' when I accepted payment for the previous month. Can you believe some cheap a-holes trying to stiff the paperboy for a measly couple of bucks?!
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First job was selling newspapers on a street corner. Eleven years old. Job sucked; maybe made 5 cents per evening.
Second job was a paper route. Made about $20.00 a month, if some a-hole didn't skip out on me. And I remember one dude who did. He was a letter carrier for the post office. Mofo owed me $3.42.
So years later, after I was married and shortly after I got home from Vietnam and separated from the Army, guess who walks into my dad's TV store? The letter carrier. He plopped a table radio on the counter, presenting it for repair. I kept a straight face while writing up the repair order. He didn't recognize me.
I repaired the radio a few days later, then took the invoice to my dad and explained what that cheap SOB had done to me years before. Dad said, "Add $10.00 to the bill." So I did, and then called the SOB. He groaned slightly when he picked up the radio, paid the bill and left. Dad observed the transaction from his office. After the SOB was out of sight, dad opened the cash drawer, modified the bill and then handed me 10 bucks. LOL! Getting even never felt so good!