THE FIFTY POUNDS LESSON!
Recently, while I was working in the flower beds in the front garden, my neighbours stopped to chat as they returned home from walking their dog. During our friendly conversation, I asked their 12 year old daughter what she wanted to be when she grows up. She said she wanted to be Prime Minister someday.
"Wow! What a worthy goal!" I said. "But you don't have to wait until you’re Prime Minister to do that!" I told her. "What do you mean?" she replied. So I told her, "You can come over to my house and mow the lawn, pull weeds, and trim my hedge, and I'll pay you £50. Then you can go over to the grocery store where the homeless guy hangs out, and you can give him the £50 to use toward food and a new house."
She thought that over for a few seconds, then she looked me straight in the eye and asked, "Why doesn't the homeless guy come over and do the work, and you can just pay him the £50?”
I said, "Welcome to the Conservative Party.” Her parents aren't speaking to me anymore.
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