Rites of passage

By lex, on July 9th, 2007

So yesterday after devotions it fell upon your humble scribe to assist his middle child, herself aged 16, in the preparation of employment applications. The choices ran to Peet’s, a coffee shop you may have heard of, and Starbucks, another vendor of caffeinated beverages about which you may have heard mention.

Starbucks is the less preferred option it appears, not merely because it is closer and therefore more convenient to our humble abode, but also because it is, you know: Corporate. Your correspondent had the temerity to point out that, in conformance to the regulating principles along which our economic system is generally ordered, businesses ought to reap the benefits of providing the market what it desires at a favorable price point. That they succeed in other words, largely by doing things well. He also went on to state that Starbucks is one of those few enterprises in its segment that has chosen to provide even part-time employees with non-salary benefits as well as pursue “fair pay” options for developing country suppliers, proving that it is possible to do good while also doing well.

“Peets, pops,” came the reply, to which of course there was no rebuttal.

We dropped off apps at both sites, and on the way back our lodgings I asked whether it wouldn’t be a good idea for us to stop of at the local high school for to practice the act of automotive perambulation in the parking lot. Herself having recently won the privileges attaching to a learner’s permit in the state of California, but not as yet having the requisite months of experience and formal instruction to obtain a license to operate an autovoiture tout seul, like. And an alarm softly clanging in the back of your correspondent’s skull at the notion of having to transport a non-licensed adolescent to her place of employment until such time as the aforementioned license might plausibly be acquired.

Especially when the place of employment survives chiefly upon the early-morning sales of caffeine-based stimulants. And in the full knowledge that the lady of the house, whatever else her virtues, does not list “early riser” among them.

Feel me?

You, gentle reader, might have questioned the wisdom of introducing a teenager to the automotive experience in a BMW 330i, sporty little beast that it is and that too with a manual transmission. And I wish you would have mentioned your concerns before Sunday, because before the day was out we had managed to burn about six months’ worth of clutch life, two months’ worth of starter time, repeatedly test the engine overspeed governor and leave a lovely set of max performance braking skidmarks.

On a sidewalk.

Just feet in front of a stoutly constructed fence.

Forty-five minutes or so of this was all that my heart could stand and truth be told she was starting to get the hang of it – so long as peeling out in second gear in a school parking counts as “getting the hang” for a novice driver – so I took the tiller and returned the both of us home, a fixed smile plastered to my face and offering many happy reassurances. Well done. Good job. Best ever.

Been through this once before. Will have one more to go through when this one is done.

Might just make it.

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2 responses to “Rites of passage

  1. susan carroll

    Congratulations on surviving a driving lesson. We generally taught driving in a church parking lot, lots of practice turning and parking, but no chance to build up speed. Enjoy your kids. Nice That they are still listening to you.

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