When I was a kid, I had to walk up an escolator that was going the wrong way both ways when I was a clerk at Sears.
What's Sears?
And I had to work for $4.00 an hour and I did it for the pride of working in the mall...and to hit on 15 year old chicks.
$4 bucks? You can't even buy a hamburger for $4 now.
And the happiest times of my life there was going to visit your dear old grandma who worked at Spencer's gifts, where you could see buy greeting cards with scantily clad women and watch lava lamps.
Sorry grandpa, I'm neurally downloading porn right now and not really paying attention.
