Yes, I am feeling like a robot these days. Yes, dear – no, dear – yes, sir – no, sir – yes, son – no daughter…you get the idea. It seems like women have all the power and men just roam the bushes, gathering food by working for someone who takes advantage of the economic downturn and works us like dogs with little pay and no gratitude.
It’s the same around the house too. Honey dos up the kazoo; kids wanting the car keys and clothes all the time. “Good grief, give me a break; when I was your age….” Speaking of cars, you would think a teenager would use their allowance and put some fuel in the tank once in a while; although I suppose twenty bucks doesn’t go that far when it comes to gas.
What is it about teenage appetites these days? I swear there is no bottom to their stomachs. Two teenage kids can literally eat you out of house and home. I see them eat like piranhas and one hour later they are back robbing the fridge. It’s no wonder I don’t go the store with the wife shopping for food. I couldn’t handle the sticker shock!
And, what is it about the cost of high school? I thought public education was free. If I had a nickel for every time one of the kids hit me up for shoes, designer clothes and a boatload of other stuff, I could retire right now. We even have to pay for books. “When I was in high school….”
I especially hate Friday nights. This is when my wallet takes a real hit. I dole out the money for the boy to go cruising with his buddies in our car (Doesn’t one of his friends have a car?), while daughter bats her eyelashes, smiles, and my heart melts down into my wallet for whatever is left after boy shakes me down. This all happens while wifey sits in her TV chair and grins like Cheshire cat. Talk about conspiracy – this takes the cake.
Man, I just don’t know what the world is coming to now-a-days.
Mitt Winstead – 1975
Holy cow, I can’t imagine how parents are making it in the 21 Century!
I’m just saying,
Mittster
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