Your pal Bev collected pool passes at her local community swimming hole, and used the meager earnings to buy candy cigarettes from the ice cream man in a pathetic attempt to look like a deviant.
Perhaps so many kids these days are forgoing typical summer jobs and instead becoming Instagram influences, Fortnight players, and bitcoin miners, that we’ve forgotten what a classic summer job for kids is really all about.
Because the appearance of some local kids trying to make money mowing lawns has got the listserv all triggered:
2 boys – are knocking on doors with a gas mower , a can full of gas, and a gas edger … i asked how old they are, took a picture… and the response was 12 and 13. Oh and the younger one kept dropping the gas can…This concerns me.. if you are their parents – how did this happen… the older buck said he is just trying to raise money — and was really rude….— question… how would you handle this?
Not surprisingly, the BevHills legal scholars quickly sprung into action.
The email thread was quickly dominated by detailed use case scenarios on child labor laws and documentation on the legal age to use power equipment from the Department of Labor. This included debate on the nuances of gas versus electric edgers. I. KID. YOU. NOT.
(Aside: I am now really nervous about those cute little book lending library boxes not being up HUD building code. And don’t get me started on the OSHA standards of all the kiddos’ lemonade stands.)
After the legal furor died down, it then became time to pull the race card and play the “Guess the ethnicity of the mowers” game.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t give mad props to the neighbor who tied this thread together with my last one about the great fireworks debate:
Now that we cleared that up, I’m assuming all the anti-sparkers-for-supervised-birthday-parties people are now the pro-unattended-minors-with-open-containers-of-gasoline-and-potentially-hazardous-machinery people.
Of course, I’m so thankful my ol’ pal Raji resurfaced to put it all in perspective:
Friends, I see from recent postings that it is the season for us to share our hopes for our community:— Loud morning walking is NOT acceptable— Our “pit” is not a gathering place for drunken fathers or broken toys— There are far too many squirrels and population reduction is encouraged— If your trash can is on the street, it is a poop target, and you get extra points if the deposit is made post refuse collection— Disputes of lawn maintenance can only be settled with physical violence— Nude dancing in your back yard is not ok if I can see it— The curb is for good free stuff, not your old exercise bike, quitter— The Tour de France is in France, not down my street every weekend morning— Aim your sprinkler properly …the sidewalk will not grow no matter how much you water it— My lawn is not for your kids’ toys. My trash can is.