|The root of all evil ?|
I thought that a bit odd, but her money her son so I didn’t question it...
It was only when we were sat on the train that Paul realised he hadn’t brought his own money.
Not a real problem since I had the money from the home.
I loved shopping with this kid - apart from the relationship building that comes from spending time one on one - he enjoyed hunting out the bargains as much as me. He said that he wanted to get some moisturiser because his skin was always dry after swimming, so off we go to the drug store where we spend ages, him wanting to try the different creams on his arms and me advising him, and when he ran out of space on his arms he was using mine. Eventually he decided on cocoa butter. We must’ve been in that shop for close to an hour.
|Does exactly what it says|
on the label.
Great, essentially I spent an hour advising a teenage boy about lube.
The worst of that was every once in a while he’d walk past us and there would be a strong smell of cocoa butter and we knew……..
|Lucky 7 or just a fluke....|
My boss spoke to the hotel manager who told him that the night porter had said he’d seen two of our lads coming out of the social room in the early hours of the morning a couple of days before.
And he never said anything ? Again, cheers.
But as this was the last night of the holiday we decided not to say anything to the boys, just watch and wait.
|Thanks, but no....|
Turns out the crafty sod knew how to break into cigarette machines.
We had to make a very apologetic call to the hotel and return what we found, luckily for him the hotel manager agreed that as long as he paid the rest back he would not press charges.
|I found it.....|
Thanks for telling us.
I have to say I really liked that kid, it took me a long time to build a relationship with him but underneath all the messed up crap life had thrown him he was such a character. The fact that he wanted to give me 60 of the cigarettes (and he even got the brand right) as a token of appreciation said a lot about him and how much he, despite the grief he used to give me, thought of me.
In every kids home I worked in cigarettes are as valuable as money.
He had a huge heart, unfortunately he didn’t have the brains to realise that his gesture was going to drop himself in the shit.