I was listening to this man, middle aged, skinny, small in height, big ego, bigger truck (compensating?), and he was chatting with this other man (who acts like a boy), and they talked about family.
I felt obligated to listen, as I was mildly in the conversation, whist mildly continuing a winning streak on Solitaire (a rare feat, and doing it while multitasking. Terrific moment).
Well, the skinny said to the boy "I run my family like a business."
He went on to tell boy that his children are more like his employees, and when results aren't produced, punishments are made.
Boy was amazed. Boy wanted to learn more. Boy wanted to be Skinny's apprentice.
I wanted to throw up.
Never will my family be thought of as a business. We aren't the mafia. My family will be treated like a family. A loving family. With two parents. And a dog. And every situation will be dealt with differently.
No strange rules (he had strange rules), no paperwork, no egotistical father (hopefully.... definitely).
Boys, in this profession, are stupid. I'll be done soon, so everything will turn back to greatness.
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