Friday, August 12th, 2005
How times have changed
We are in the middle of having our house painted by a friendly and highly knowledgeable woman. She treated us to a little story this morning.
Our neighbor across the street is interested in having his house painted, so he asked the painter for her phone number. He gave her a compliment, saying, "It’s so nice to see a woman painting. It’s so much better than waitressing, isn’t it?"
Our neighbor is from the World War II generation, so I’ll excuse the eccentricities. Our painter also mentioned that senior women talk to her about how they "used to" work hard all day just like her, back during the war. Food for thought.
I wonder what Little Miss will choose to do with her life.