My dad would take me to work when I was a kid.


About 25 years ago we went and fixed a faucet at a bakery. Our rate was probably $75 back then.
We billed the owner for an hour. She didn't like the price.
My dad said he would trade her for a dozen raisin filled cookies but she had to come cook them at our house.
She paid the bill.
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