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Here in my country after you finished school you had to choose..1year army or however it is called..or one year social work. I choose the social work coz I heard about a silly soap-trick they play in the shower-room in the army. ... ;.) I cleaned up the apartments of old people and bought food and other stuff for them. One day I had to clean the staircase for an old and one of the most grumpy women... She checked my tiniest movements and rated them. She was very weak..werent almost able to walk 2 steps without a stick. (Not in arse..but in her hand).
She rated my cleaning skill with 1 out of 10, got upset crouched over to me grabbed the cleaning-broom for wet floors out of my hand and began to clean. And while she did... she mumbled angrily "the youth of today...not even useful for cleaning up... watch this little boy..check how the staircase is cleaned CORRECTLY!"
She cleaned the complete floor perfectly.. gave me tip and I was done.. I alwas had my guitar with me these days. After work I usually went to danceschools to play there. Her husband was musician...and she liked that.. Maybe that was the reason for the tip..hehe
but mine was not "social year",,,but several "social hours" , because i was a bad boy when i was 15, 16 , a little bit scheiss ausländer to be honest, but not so much scheisse, only a little bit.
i stole a CD from a big supermarket (i remember what it was, it was the soundtrack of Terminator I - lol). i really liked that music. it was really silly. i had the money to buy it but somehow i needed a kick , thrill or something. i don't know,,,, so , i tried and they catched me at the door (2 big men) and i had to do some social hours lol
after that i was a good boy (until now) and learned my lesson.
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btw, i had some experience with an older woman (not much older lol, only few years) and it was NOT only "how to make the bed and pick used socks and pants off the floor and put them in the wash basket....etc...."
the guy who told the joke in UK, has no idea what he is talking about lol
werent almost able to walk 2 steps without a stick. (Not in arse..but in her hand).
She rated my cleaning skill with 1 out of 10, got upset crouched over to me grabbed the cleaning-broom for wet floors out of my hand and began to clean. And while she did... she mumbled angrily "the youth of today...not even useful for cleaning up... watch this little boy..check how the staircase is cleaned CORRECTLY!"
Ha Ha Ha!
Your too much Doit!!
I can just imagine you there!
But honestly man, that's the case even here....the "war" generation cannot believe the luxury we live in today with things like food and central heating etc!
Their comfort was to go to a flea-pit cinema and watch Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers and the glitz and luxury of Hollywood and then go back home through gloomy, dark streets to a cold , bare house with little furniture and an outside toilet. ...and no food in the "fridge", since there were no fridges, just Ration books..
and their children, who came first under all circumstances.
Something I think is always worth considering and respecting IMO.
it was really silly. i had the money to buy it but somehow i needed a kick , thrill or something. i don't know,,,, so , i tried and they catched me at the door (2 big men) and i had to do some social hours lol
I wouldn't worry about it Arash....that's not "criminal" but just "pushing the boundaries" IMO.
Yes Ron... Sometimes I also think about how easy life got for us.. I realized that last week again when the heater for the water in my apartment broke and we werent able to get any water to wash up, to shower or even to use the toilet... I waited from 7am to 5.30pm for the mechanics..... and went to toilet at a mall 2 km from my apartment.
I just wonder about where the people i.e. at Haiti get their water and go to toilet every day... I mean..everything is broken.. that means back to medival-age.. Or as you wrote Ron...the time right after or during the 2nd world war..or before of during the 1st wold war.. :.// It was almost alays worser here than now... And we complain about the economy crisis.. tstststs...
Strange thing...almost the same happened to me and a friend. We stole glofballs from a driving-ranch... The gardener catched us yelled at us and wanted our names... I told a fake one..and than my friend told him a name of another guy he had problems with in past.. And the gardener told us that he will call the police when one more ball would be missing no matter if we were it or not. And he would tell the police our names.. This dumb gardener.. hhehehee.. Ron, Arash...we are so bad... shame on us.. haha... (but only during the wild days in youth!)
We should meet some day and exchange some more stories..could be fun.
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I alwas had my guitar with me these days. After work I usually went to danceschools to play there. Her husband was musician...and she liked that.. Maybe that was the reason for the tip..hehe
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