I calculated that Georgie’s pricing model—$5 per lawn—was mathematically inefficient. He was trading his time for flat currency when he could be trading my intellect for his labor.
I’ve been told my memory is… selective. I can recite the periodic table, but I couldn’t tell you what my brother ate for breakfast. However, I remember October 1989 with unusual clarity. Not because of the fall of the Berlin Wall, but because of a used lawnmower and an 89-cent bag of rubber bands.
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That’s when I made my move. I walked to the hardware store (1.2 miles, 18 minutes) and spent my own allowance—89 cents—on a package of rubber bands.
“It’s a nerd tax,” he replied.
Georgie stared at me. Then he handed me a dollar.
“That’s 20%,” I said. “The deal was 10.” I can recite the periodic table, but I
Georgie’s response was, and I quote, “Get out of my room, nerd.”