A dead-end job as a temp in a small supply firm that paid enough to pay the rent, the bills, and put food on the table. At least Scott, my son, had a ...part-time job at a hardware store in a town near here which was helping him pay his way through college.So much for living the dream in the land of the free.“Afternoon, Miss Daisy!”Like clockwork, it was Mr. Johnson sat outside in his old wooden chair making the most of the shade and a cold beer.As the unofficial site handyman, If you needed. "Give me the goddamned cable", I growled in reply."Fuck off you pervert!", she snarled "now get out so I can change, I only have a few minutes before I need to leave to meet your father." I don't give a rats ass about your fucking parties, I'm not leaving until you give me the motherfuckin' TV cable." Listen you piece of shit, I'm gonna change. If you want to stand there and watch your mother get undressed and redressed, then you're not just a pervert you're a sick a****l that doesn't have a. Those football players are giving you a hard time, huh?"That broke the ice. Alan was relieved to talk about it, since the seriousness of the topic ruled out more flirting, He smiled, even as he began to discuss his woes. "That would be an understatement. Thanks again for your help this morning, by the way. I'm gonna pay for the dinner this time; it's the least I can do."She joked, "Big mistake. You should have told me that AFTER we ordered. Let's see. What's the most expensive bottle of wine?". They set up the VHS to tape the second half,allowing extra recording time just in case it went to penalties.Half the people at the fete were listening to the match on the radioand most of the stallholders were allowing their customers a fewseconds to listen in. Then an announcement on the loudhailer came upthat England had won on penalties. Steve came back to Mike's place towatch the rest of the action, by the standards of the match against theDutch, it wasn't a brilliant display but a spot in.