He has organised a summer vacation job for me at a local corner shop. I hate it. And I tell him so. Daily.
His standard response is "It'll be good for you, Pixie-san, to experience the work environment."
"If it is so good for me, Daddy-sensi, why does it make me feel so shit? Huh?" is my standard reply.
Sometimes his Zen Koans just have no bearing on the reality of the situation.
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