It was trashcans, the way I remember it. They were making noise beating on the trashcans coming back from school and no complaint would get them to stop.
Once he said, “hey, that sounds pretty good, love your youthful energy!” and promised to pay them each a quarter every day of they would come by and play the trashcans every day, then it became A Chore.
I really haven’t thought of that in years, but it’s still right. I more or less can’t take commissions at all, regardless of hobby, because it makes it a chore and I get hyper stressed out.
It reminds me of the story where these kids played music loudly each night.
No matter what he tried, the neighbor could not get them to stop practicing late at night.
Eventually each time they played, he started to give them money. Eventually they stopped playing.
It was trashcans, the way I remember it. They were making noise beating on the trashcans coming back from school and no complaint would get them to stop.
Once he said, “hey, that sounds pretty good, love your youthful energy!” and promised to pay them each a quarter every day of they would come by and play the trashcans every day, then it became A Chore.
I really haven’t thought of that in years, but it’s still right. I more or less can’t take commissions at all, regardless of hobby, because it makes it a chore and I get hyper stressed out.