Money for nothing

I got the metal thread removed from my toe yesterday; imagine the pain having a huge whole in the toe. Well, the pain isn’t the worst part of it, but losing the little thing that made me special. The past month I haven’t just been a nobody, I have been the lady with a metal thread in a toe. I started charging entrance for my kids' friends; this was certainly something they had never seen before.

I have always been good finding extra incomes in my tight economy, thanks to my parents who hardly never gave me money when living at home. When I went to States they just paid my flight ticket, gave med 200 dollars, and drove me to the airport; “See you next year!”

But I got money out of my parents in other ways. We had a house cat, a real house cat who couldn’t survive being outside. And if it accidentally got outside, it certainly wanted to use the sand box where the neighbour’s kids played, as a toilet, and changing the sand cost a fortune.


So I hid the cat in the closet, said to my dad that the cat is outside, I just saw it in the sand box. My dad panicked thinking about the poor cat getting driven over by a car, leaving him nothing but a big bill to pay for the sand exchange. Then I always comforted him that I will find the cat, it will though cost him 50 marks as I have to interrupt my important home work. My dad paid and I took the cat out of the closet. Not right away, you fool, first after fake slamming of the door, 10 minutes waiting and voila!

My mom was a smoker, still is. Once in a while I used to steal her cigarettes, not to smoke them but in selling purpose (I had extremely liberal upbringing, my parents wouldn’t wonder for one second why I had cigarettes in my drawer). So when my mom run out of cigarettes late in the evening, all kiosks being closed, I could sell her one cigarette for the price of the cigarette package.

Always take advantage of desperate people.