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<blockquote data-quote="THAT Gurl" data-source="post: 4117229" data-attributes="member: 45551"><p>My first experience with "down by the tracks poor" was when I was in college. I was working at McDonalds in Ardmore and paying $75/month for a house down by the viaduct. And don't get me wrong it was a nice little house -- perfect for me and my Labrador Retriever.</p><p></p><p>Anyway, this REALLY sweet, really cute kid who had just barely turned 16 was working with me one night and it was pouring down rain when we got off work -- at midnight or so. So I stuck her bicycle in the "trunk" of my VW, wired the handle to the front bumper cuz I couldn't get it to close all the way and off we went.</p><p></p><p>She REALLY did live in a 3 room shanty down my the railroad tracks. Her and her mom and dad ... And her 8 other brothers and sisters. <img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="😳" title="Flushed face :flushed:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f633.png" data-shortname=":flushed:" /> Who were ALL younger than her.</p><p></p><p>They didn't have running water. They didn't have a bathroom -- they had an outhouse. The floor shook (and the walls, which were covered with tar paper) when the trains went by. <img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="😬" title="Grimacing face :grimacing:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f62c.png" data-shortname=":grimacing:" /> I honestly thought the whole shack was gonna fall down around us. <img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="😶" title="Face without mouth :no_mouth:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f636.png" data-shortname=":no_mouth:" /> I'm 5'3" and I couldn't stand up straight without bumping my head on the ceiling.</p><p></p><p>She was the only one who had a job. I was aghast. Even though I was going to school and working 2 jobs, so I was hardly ever home, my $75/months netted me what looked like a mansion compared to how those people were living.</p><p></p><p>I have no idea what their story was. She never told me. And I didn't ask. But I did take her home pretty regularly after that. Her home IIRC was a good 5 miles from the store -- and all she had was that bicycle. Sometimes we'd go down to the grocery store in the middle of our shift (after the dinner rush) so she could get groceries to take home. Sometimes she took home the food we "wasted" at the end of the night. The manager used to get furious at me for making a dozen too many Quarter Pounders on football nights. (It's just hard to gauge how many burgers you need to throw down when a bus pulls up at 11 pm on a Friday night, ya know?? <img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="🤷" title="Person shrugging :person_shrugging:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f937.png" data-shortname=":person_shrugging:" /><img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="🤷" title="Person shrugging :person_shrugging:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f937.png" data-shortname=":person_shrugging:" /><img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="😇" title="Smiling face with halo :innocent:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f607.png" data-shortname=":innocent:" /></p><p></p><p>That glimpse of her life made me really grateful for the life I had.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="THAT Gurl, post: 4117229, member: 45551"] My first experience with "down by the tracks poor" was when I was in college. I was working at McDonalds in Ardmore and paying $75/month for a house down by the viaduct. And don't get me wrong it was a nice little house -- perfect for me and my Labrador Retriever. Anyway, this REALLY sweet, really cute kid who had just barely turned 16 was working with me one night and it was pouring down rain when we got off work -- at midnight or so. So I stuck her bicycle in the "trunk" of my VW, wired the handle to the front bumper cuz I couldn't get it to close all the way and off we went. She REALLY did live in a 3 room shanty down my the railroad tracks. Her and her mom and dad ... And her 8 other brothers and sisters. 😳 Who were ALL younger than her. They didn't have running water. They didn't have a bathroom -- they had an outhouse. The floor shook (and the walls, which were covered with tar paper) when the trains went by. 😬 I honestly thought the whole shack was gonna fall down around us. 😶 I'm 5'3" and I couldn't stand up straight without bumping my head on the ceiling. She was the only one who had a job. I was aghast. Even though I was going to school and working 2 jobs, so I was hardly ever home, my $75/months netted me what looked like a mansion compared to how those people were living. I have no idea what their story was. She never told me. And I didn't ask. But I did take her home pretty regularly after that. Her home IIRC was a good 5 miles from the store -- and all she had was that bicycle. Sometimes we'd go down to the grocery store in the middle of our shift (after the dinner rush) so she could get groceries to take home. Sometimes she took home the food we "wasted" at the end of the night. The manager used to get furious at me for making a dozen too many Quarter Pounders on football nights. (It's just hard to gauge how many burgers you need to throw down when a bus pulls up at 11 pm on a Friday night, ya know?? 🤷🤷😇 That glimpse of her life made me really grateful for the life I had. [/QUOTE]
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