I was sitting in my favorite watering hole sucking up a beer a man came in and said “Does anybody want wanted to make $20 an hour?” One other guy and I raised our hands and said sure. Twenty bucks an hour was pretty good money then. He wrote on an address on a napkin and said meet me here in a half an hour and I said okay, I was up for it. So I drove to the spot and there was a beer delivery truck that had crashed and spilled all the bottles. Turns out the job was counting beer caps and trying not to get cut. Made a hundred bucks cash in the ‘70s, which was pretty good money.
At-2:20 am my dad got home from work and dragged me outta bed on a school night so I could help him salvage fire bricks in the pouring sleet because a tractor trailer fell over on top of the mountain.
I got paid nothing.
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* it was marginally better than going to the orchard to catch night crawlers in the rain to start a worm farm in the basement.
I had an interesting childhood.