My real personal experience with minor modifications.
Rudely I was wakened up by my housemates in college telling
me to meet some beautiful Mexican ladies and make some money in the same time.
Happily I brushed up and put on my Sunday dress. Unfortunately I was tricked to
work in a farm picking oranges.Yes, there were some beautiful ladies but all had passed their prime decades ago.
For the entire hot morning, several of us filled up a crate that
was higher than I It was the toughest job I ever worked; that’s why I watched
every penny since then and now I watched every quarter.
We quit and we got paid $1 each. We used the dollar for a
Smorgasbord (a popular Swedish buffet then). We became the soda machines
(drinking too much soda) and the chicken bones piled up to the ceiling. Now I
feel sorry for the owner. He must have taken a picture of us and would close
the restaurant when he sees us coming in the future.
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