 Wysłany: Czw 21:03, 24 Mar 2011 Temat postu: my txt_ (79) |
|
| I didn't tell my poor dad I wasn't being paid. He would not have understood, and I did not want to try to explain something that I did not yet understand myself.
For three more weeks, Mike and I worked for three hours,newport cigarette website, every Saturday, for nothing. The work didn't bother me,cheap newport cigarettes, and the routine got easier. It was the missed baseball games and not being able to afford to buy a few comic books that got to me. Rich dad stopped by at noon on the third week. We heard his truck pull up in the parking lot and sputter when the engine was turned off. He entered the store and greeted Mrs. Martin with a hug. After finding out how things were going in the store, he reached into the ice-cream freezer, pulled out two bars, paid for them,cialis generica, and signalled to Mike and me. "Let's go for a walk boys." We crossed the street, dodging a few cars, and walked across a large grassy field, where a few adults were playing softball. Sitting down at a remote picnic table, he handed Mike and me the ice-cream bars. |
|
