Some People Never Grow Up
When I was fifteen, I got a job working down the street at Mac's Trading Post. It was the only sporting goods store in town. The work wasn't hard, but the pay was pathetic. The minimum wage at the time was $1.60 an hour, and yet somehow Mac and his wife got away with paying me only half that. My friend, Don, got a job a year later at Super Duper, a local supermarket located at the Southland Shopping Mall. He was pulling in the required minimum wage bagging groceries. After awhile I came to my senses and decided to join him. We got to spend time together at the front counter, bagging groceries and helping ladies out to their cars. Afterwards we would compare tips and make comments about the customers we'd helped. In time we both went to work at the store next door, Twin Fair. It was similar to Wal-Mart, only not as large. It had all the normal departments that you would expect, including hardware, paint, sporting goods and toys. Don worked in the paint department and I e...