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Any man or woman who goes out there and earns an honest dollar has my respect. Every job is worthy of respect, from the highest paid CEO, to the man who cleans out your trash cans.
That being said, though at present time I have a fairly comfortable job, it wasn’t always the case. When I was a kid, my friends and I used to cut school sometimes. We didn’t have a lot of money for things back then, so we’d go to the supermarket and work a few hours packing bags for people. We’d get some change from the customers, and the cashiers didn’t have to worry about packing bags.
In hindsight, I think that those supermarket owners should have kicked us out. We were obviously under aged, we were not employed by the establishment, we were working, and clearly truant from school. But they didn’t seem to care back then. I can’t imagine that we could pull of something like that today. I don’t see kids bagging groceries anymore. Now it’s either the cashier, or an adult on the end doing the bagging.
I can’t remember how much money we’d make doing this, but I do recall it was usually enough to get some lunch or something. I tell you guys, Growing Up Bronx was certainly an experience like no other. Based on my personal experiences, I’m surprised that we never got robbed for the little bit of chump change we made packing bags at the supermarket.