My grandmother will not fail!

It was in the eighties of the last century, in the life of my young and sporty cock. When I was 14, I wanted my own money, not in the amount of pocket money for school lunch, but a lot at once. A hundred or even rubles!!! I was not afraid of hard work, I was not offended by force.

Mother answered simply: take a newspaper, find a job for school holidays. Searches throughout the end of May led to nothing, no one needs minors for three months.

Mom worked, pulled two bowel motors, she was not up to our houses. My brother was sent to a pioneer camp and I went to my grandmother.

As soon as I heard about my problem, she immediately said: Oleg, dear granddaughter, no question, let’s go with me! And she brought me straight to the children’s room of the police with the demand to find me a job for the holidays.

The minor inspector tried to explain to her grandmother that all the vacancies she had were intended for socially disadvantaged and troubled teens. (As I understood, there were disarmaments to work for minor hooligans, to which she did not surrender.) And since I am a decent child and not a criminal element, I cannot claim a vacancy.

Grandma immediately agreed that I was a very cute and educated boy and then asked if it would be enough for me to break the window to get the title of hooligan and work for the holidays. Or do you need something to steal or someone to cut off at night?

The inspector opened his eyes slightly and was squeezed from this approach, but five minutes later I was in possession of a special direction to work at the factory. And soon I worked, earning my blood money in the sweat of my face.