Lesson from dad

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When I was a young girl of about 10 or 12 my dad used to take me on buying trips to sections of Worcester MA.

Some of the stores had inventory so filthy, it was disgusting- used plumbing fixtures that hadn't been cleaned. As well as furniture and some hopefully undiscovered piece that would make the venture in worthwhile.

Inhabiting these shops were owners that were nasty, fat, dirty men with cigar stained teeth and tobacco dribble on their stained to gray tshirts stretched over fat bellies.

Repulsive men.

Slug -like really but worth my father dealing with.

If I didn't like the atmosphere I wouldn't go in.

Some locations my father plainly directed me
to stay in the truck.

Unthinkable, in this day and age. The norm then.