I worked at a corn stand when I was 14. My tip jar said “College Fund” because well, Med School is expensive guys. All those quarters help.
This lady stops by, gets some corn (which I bag for her) and then points out my tip jar.
“You know, college isn’t the best thing to do with your time.”
I kinda look at her funny, trying to register what she said. Because it’s 2 pm, I’ve been in the sun with nothing but corn and customers since 10 am.
“You’ll never have fun in college.” She insists, unbagging her corn to make sure I didn’t poison it or something idk
So I explain my plans for med school, thinking that this lady figures I want to go to college for sororities and parties or something and should travel with that. My plans were pretty impressive plans for a 14 year old, by the way.
“Well you ought to travel, that’s how you’ll learn.“cod
It hits me. This lady is what we in the Finger Lakes call "Lake People.” People who come down from the cities to the lakes to spend the summer, people with oodles of money to spend on $0.50 an ear corn.
“No ma'am, I couldn’t afford to do that. I’m becoming a Doctor.”
“Well what if that doesn’t work out?” She demands, manicured hands now stuffing the corn back into the bag. It doesn’t fit now. I’m not helping her.
I look her in the eyes, a sickly sweet smile on my face as I clench my shorts. It’s 90 degrees. I’m sunburned, tired and now I have to deal with this lady, who thinks my ambitions are a waste of time.
“If it doesn’t work out, I’ll marry a rich man and bear him many babies.”
I hand her an extra bag.