I am so tried I can hardly walk. I have just finished shoveling three of my neighbor's driveways and I made almost $110 but right now all I want to do is take a hot shower and get something to eat and go to sleep. As walk into the kitchen and my mother informs me Ms. O'Malley got a call from her snow plowing company saying they can not get there until tomorrow afternoon and she has moving trucks coming at 7am tomorrow morning. My mother also informs me she has volunteered me to shovel the O'Malley's driveway tonight if necessary to help her out. I protested, complained, refused, and all it got me was a change of clothes and instructions from my mother not to come home till I have finished the job.
I am a high school senior. I stand six feet three inches tall just received a football scholarship to Penn. State and I can't tell my mother who is 5foot nothing no. I am pondering my dilemma walking over to the O'Malley's house; Ms. O'Malley is standing at the door waiting for me. "Hello James how are you."
I want to tell her tired and sick of shoveling snow but I said, " Fine Ms. O'Malley. I better get started right away because it is so late." "Thank you James that would be great. I will be in the house finishing packing should you need anything."
There is a huge drift in the middle of the driveway. This is going to take a long time. I am shoveling for the next four hours and light snow is mixing with rain. At this point I am wet, cold, tired, hungry and not finished. Ms. O'Malley is waving me into the house.
"Please come in and take a break. I have a brisket sandwich for you and I am afraid all I have left to drink is beer." "That will be fine," (Well I thought to myself at least I scored a beer out of this). "I am certain I can't finish this driveway tonight" I said. "I thought that might happen so I called your mother and asked if you could sleep over and get a early start tomorrow, she said would be fine. Why don't you get those wet clothes off and have a hot shower. I'll put your clothes in the washer and clean them for tomorrow."
I want to argue, scream but all that I said was "Yes, Ms. O'Malley." The hot shower would feel good and I am really tired so what's the point in arguing. "James go upstairs to the master bathroom since it is the only one with towels." I obediently go upstairs to the master bath and there is a large shower area with clear glass doors. I take my clothes off and leave them on the floor and get into the shower. Then to my surprise Ms. O'Malley comes into the bathroom with me naked to the entire world " I'll take these clothes to the laundry room" and walks off.