“You stay and help the plumber today, Son”, I told him. “Anything he wants you to do, just try and do your best”.
The boy was completely cack-handed and anything he tried to help with was sure to become a disaster. Plus I’d left the plumber an envelope with only 2/3 of his pay and a handwritten note ‘I’m a bit short of cash this week. Sorry’, so he’d start out pissed off at me anyway.
I knew that he’d try and swallow his anger and try not to blame the boy. I knew that he’d try and find something minor for Johnny to do just to show the lad he was of some help. I knew Johnny would mess it up completely. I knew the plumber would lose it and grudge-fuck Johnny’s ass.
And I knew I’d never hear a word about the missing wages ever again.
Plus I knew I’d come home to a very sore, but happy, little boy!