When I was a teen-ager I worked summers as a baby sitter for $10 a week. Now days one is paying close to that amount for one hour of this service. Our grand-daughter insists this is the price she must charge in order to buy the latest clothing one that carries the correct label. “That’s the only thing that fits right,” I was informed.
Just a few years ago Stacey wouldn’t be caught dead wearing old, worn jeans. Today she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing anything that doesn’t already have the worn, ragged look manufactured in at the factory plus the label must be attached to the OUTSIDE of the pants. “Nothing else fits right,” she repeated (as if I hadn’t heard correctly earlier.)
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