I had forgotten the wonders of inexpensive teenaged assistance in your labors.
I am the co-founder of my apartment complex’s Neighborhood Watch. We had a meeting a few weeks ago due to a wave of petty theft, and scheduled the next meeting for this Thursday. But I lost the notebook with the names and phone numbers of everyone who was supposed to help me put flyers on the doors of some 777 apartments in our complex.
Enter my next-door neighbor’s son, who is always asking me if he can’t sweep my porch for a couple of bucks. I hired him for ten bucks, found another kid while we were working and offered him three bucks to put flyers in his neighborhood, which enticed him to continue working with my neighbor’s son. I gave him a couple more bucks for his work, went out and bought the boys sodas, and retired to my apartment for the evening. My co-captain and her friend did some of the neighborhoods, and found two more boys willing to help out. Altogether, the fifteen bucks saved me about another hour or so of work that I hate.
Teen labor is a good thing. I think I’m going to hire William to clean my car next.