|Ren & Stimpy Pogs? Oh yes.|
I jumped to attention when I heard the clip-clop of my 6 foot tall mother wearing heals walking down the hallway. My savior! I quickly approached her and requested currency so that I could obtain my chocolaty goodness. Her response stopped me in my tracks.
"I'll give you money, but this will be the last time. From now on, if you want something from the Ice Cream man or a Jem movie, you need to save up and buy it. It's time you learn the value of a dollar."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How am I going to maintain this fabulous image with out an investor? I knew I had to act fast. First stop: my father. He quickly denied my request to be his security guard - Rude. Stop number 2: my next door neighbors, the Mendes'. I trotted next door, still adorned in my bathing suit and a nice chocolate mustache, and rang the doorbell.
"Hi Mrs. Mendes, can I work for you?"
"What do you mean by work, Kate?"
"I don't know, can I do something for you and you give me money?"
"Actually, I could use a mother's helper"
And thus began my babysitting saga. Every Saturday I would walk over to their house, maintain order in the basement as their 3 boys played video games, ate gold fish, and made $20 bucks. I thought I was hot shit, which I was. The next time the ice cream man came around, and I handed him my $20 bill, I realized just how many Choco Tacos I could buy (40 to be exact). Having money was awesome. And to this day, I have never not had a job. I was able to pay for part of my school, buy my car in full, and moved out of my parents house at 21. Booyah! Yeah, I just said booyah.