I mentioned a little while ago that I would often get a Dr. Pepper with Ben Wood after school. There was a small local shop that we’d pop into to get our drink. They sold drinks cheaper there than anywhere else. I grabbed a bottle of Dr. Pepper and Ben grabbed whatever drink it was that he always had (sadly, I can’t remember).
We paid for our drinks and then the man at the till (who owned the place) said, “So, you want a job here?”
“What do you pay?” asked Ben.
“No pay,” he replied.
“Is that legal?” I asked.
“Well, there’s no pay, but, on the other hand, I will let you take whatever you like out of the drink fridge: Coke, Dr. Pepper, you name it. But not too much though, only a few.”
“Well, I don’t know…” I started to say.
“C’mon, it’s only a six hour day!”
“We’ll think about it,” said Ben.
“Well, let me know tomorrow.”
Ben and I left the shop and, by that point, had done all the thinking we needed to do about that job offer.
We paid for our drinks and then the man at the till (who owned the place) said, “So, you want a job here?”
“What do you pay?” asked Ben.
“No pay,” he replied.
“Is that legal?” I asked.
“Well, there’s no pay, but, on the other hand, I will let you take whatever you like out of the drink fridge: Coke, Dr. Pepper, you name it. But not too much though, only a few.”
“Well, I don’t know…” I started to say.
“C’mon, it’s only a six hour day!”
“We’ll think about it,” said Ben.
“Well, let me know tomorrow.”
Ben and I left the shop and, by that point, had done all the thinking we needed to do about that job offer.
