That last bastion of bonding betwixt father and son.
Love energy drinks BECAUSE they don’t taste like bleach.
Being offensive on quite a few levels here – I blame my brain, and to a lesser extent, my hands, who were just doing what they were told . . .
The ‘capiche’ was insinuated, capiche?
What was YOUR worst job? Mine was 3am to 9am shift at Real Canadian Superstore, stocking from pallets, changing prices, and (ugh) ‘facing’ products. (lining them up, logo facing outwards, for maximum exposure and OCD satisfaction) Have tried to block that period of my life out. Silver lining – now I ‘face’ everything at home!