JRM part II

one summer when my dad was in middle school, he had an abrupt end to his youthful laziness. my grandfather decided he was tired of coming home to his eldest son sleeping until noon everyday. "get a job, or i'll find one for you." my dad continued his normal routine until one day when grandpa told my dad to report to an auto repair shop the next monday morning. dad was happy that this opportunity to make some money had been thrown his way - especially since he didn't have to put forth any effort.

his first day on the job, he discovered that he'd have to work his way up the chain of command. they handed him a broom and told him he'd get more responsibility once he'd made himself useful and learned a little bit. so dad went through the first week, carrying out his janitorial duties with diligence. friday rolled around and there was no paycheck, he thinks. must be biweekly pay periods. second week goes by. no paycheck, no discussion of wages. so my dad asks my grandfather what he should do about getting paid. grandfather's response: "oh, you aren't getting paid for this. you'll work the whole summer and your boss is gonna repaint my car."

by the end of the summer, dad had been cured of his laziness and learned a lot about cars along the way. oh, and grandpa's car had a shiny new paint job.