Son, I understand that working at the family feed store might not be what you want to do for the rest of your life, but you were born into it. Your great-grandfather started this business with blood, sweat and tears. The family almost lost everything back in the depression, but we’ve kept it going. I grew up in this store, stocked shelves and took inventory since I was eight. You yourself spent all your summers here helping out.
Help me understand how you could just walk away from this legacy to cut people’s hair? How?! Cutting hair is a job for women, son! Would you really want to spend your days in a beauty shop listening to women gossip day in and day out? I just don’t get it.
Besides, if you quit working for me, you won’t be on our insurance anymore and that bull-riding will have to stop because if you break your arm, it’s on you.