Okay this one is from my lunch time converstation with the boy my parents adopted a few years ago. Now, the boy isn't a bad kid, but he has his life and the rest of the family has there's. He will be in 12th grade this year and my parents are dreaming of him going off to college.
The rest of us (those still living in town or close by) as well as the ones that only visit every once in awhile have a different view on exactly where this future brain surgeon will end up.
So here we go............My Father and Mother call Lil to see if we would like to go to lunch with them and Ben........Ben recently was hired (third job so far) as at a local motel to help clean the rooms. His first job was at a yogut shop, they fired him when he did not show up for work.....(he was amazed), his second job lasted about three minutes (Janitor) before he was fired.
He did not even get out of the interview chair, he was hired, then the guy asked him a question about his last job and then he was fired.
Lil says sure.......so off we go.
I would like to point out that my Mother is a vegan and my Father is not and they always say it does not matter where they eat. I beg to differ, since they asked Lil and she asked me I said the local steak place.
We went to Applebee's.
So here we are sitting down and Ben walks up and slides in next to Father.
Me: Ben, what the heck happend to you?
Me: Your arms, they are all red and inflamed looking. What happened?
Ben: Oh, that....well I was cleaning a bathroom and we work with this chemical and I got some on me...it burns you if you get it on you. Especially if you breathe it in.
Father and Mother: You need to be careful, those chemicals can be dangerous.
Lil: (Once a Public Health Tech always a PHT) - Chemicals? What kind of chemcials? Did they give you any training and PPE? Are you using the PPE (Personal Protective Equipment).
Ben: I don't reall know.......its called and he spells it out........A.C.I.D.
Me: You mean acid? it's acid?
Ben: I don't know what it is, it says and he spells it out again A.C.I.D. on the bottle.
Me: Sweet Mother of God....it's a 710 incident.
Lil kicked me under the seat.....
Mother: What's a 710 incident.
Lil pinched me (hard)...........and changed the subject.
My Father just looked down like he was really working hard on his bowl of corn chowder.......like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
How sad that the boy makes decent grades in High School................
I'd also like to point out that a few weeks ago Mother asked me if I thought he would do well on the ASVAB test (for entrance into the Military).......
“Complacency kills. Paranoia is the reason I’m still alive.” If we do happen to make contact, I expect nothing less than gratuitous violence from the lot of ya.