I got my first one this morning.
The first of the phone calls of the year that confirm that kids don’t have any gumption anymore. That they’d just as soon play Xbox as make some money.
Mom called, asking if I was hiring any teenagers for summer work.
I could have told her that we might be, if it was the right teenager.
I could have told her that I’m usually predisposed to being unimpressed by teenagers who need their mothers to make their job calls for them.
But that would have taken more time than I wanted to spend on the call, and she probably would not have left with a good impression of us. Besides, when Mom makes the first contact, I already know he’s not the right teenager.
So I just said “Nope.”
