Some say you were dropped on your head as a baby and some say it was a problem in birth. Others say you're just fucking stupid. One kid used to say you just get it from your father, cause he's a dumbshit too. And then he'd say "That's why your mom left you, because you and your dad are so damn stupid."
Whatever the case, you're father is now insisting that you get a job.
You just turned 20 last week and have already been sent out to seek employment. The problem is, no one wants to hire you.
"That's okay," said your father when you told him of this issue. He reached for the phone with a hard stare fixed on you and a sick little smile curling about the corners of his mouth. "You can just work at Ducky Park. I'll call Uncle Jim."
"No! Dad!! I don't want to work at Ducky Park." You had cried out while he dialed the phone.
He stopped dialing and looked up at you. "You need a job, Ricky," He said, looking you square in the face with a mock serious visage. "Uncle Jim is still the manager of Ducky Park."
He nodded his head a bit as he spoke. It annoys the piss out of you when he does that. "Alright, Ricky. I have an idea. You give me one good reason why you shouldn't work at Ducky Park with Uncle Jim and won't make you work there. And you're reason cannot be that you don't want to."
He was playing with your head. You hate it when he uses logic against you. You stood there staring at him for some time, no one speaking a word. Yoe were racking your brain looking for a reason, but nothing came to you except for an intense desire not to work at Ducky Park. He blinked his eyes. The phone started making that buzzing sound that it makes when it's off the hook for too long.
His eye twitched a little and you took a deep breath. "I don't want to work at Ducky Park," you said at last.
Your father hung the phone up smiling a wicked smile. "I said a good reason, Ricky. A good reason." He picked up the phone and started dialing.
"That was a good reason," You mumbled into your chin.
He spun on you. "What did you say?!" There was a wildness in his eyes and a tone in his voice that you dared contradict and you looked away from his fierce gaze.
"Nothing," You said, hands in pockets and avoiding eye contact.
"That's what I though you said," He replied. Then he spoke into the phone; "Yeah hi, Jim? How you doing?"
