“Shut up and APOLOGIZE TO HER right now!” Steven added. “I’ll teach you some manners as soon as we get home. Now, say sorry!” Andrew hunched his shoulders and mumbled an apology. “Sorry!” was all he said to the stewardess. He didn’t see what the big deal was and didn’t like being scolded by his father in front of everyone.
After the flight, Andrew nervously trailed his father, Steven, into their luxurious home, dreading the consequences of his actions. Steven led him to his study. “You made me so proud today,” Steven began sarcastically. “Is this why I sent you to boarding school? To become irresponsible and disrespectful? I’m disappointed, Andrew. Your behavior has to change,” Steven said sternly, slamming the study door and facing his son.
“I don’t see what the problem is, Dad,” Andrew argued. “It’s not like she’s some big shot! She’s paid to serve us, and she wasn’t doing her job well!” “How she does her job is none of your business, Andrew. Just because you’re wealthy doesn’t give you the right to mistreat others,” Steven retorted, crossing his arms. “And son, you’re nothing without my money and support! You need a reality check.” “What does that mean now?!”
“You’re not going back to the boarding school. You’ll go to public school and work during breaks.” “Work? You’re kidding, right?” Andrew was shocked. “No, I’m not kidding. You’ll work as a janitor in my cleaning services company!” “A JANITOR? No way, Dad. I can’t do that!” Andrew protested. “You don’t have a choice. I’m cutting off all your privileges – bank cards, laptop, car, phone, and even your designer clothes. You’ll wear plain clothes and earn your keep,” Steven declared firmly. “I should’ve spent more time teaching you manners instead of just making money after your mother passed away,” Steven continued. “It’s time you learned how tough it is to make a living. It’s now or never…You must stop looking down on others and learn to respect people.”
“But Dad, why a janitor? My friends will laugh at me,” Andrew protested, distraught. “This is the consequence of your actions, Andrew. You need to learn respect,” Steven replied firmly. “And if you quit, you’ll lose all your privileges!”
Defeated, Andrew started his job at the airport the next day, mortified at becoming a janitor for his dad’s cleaning company. He struggled with even the simplest tasks; he didn’t even know how to hold a mop properly. “How silly! That’s not how you hold a mop,” laughed his supervisor, an older woman. “Stop laughing! I’m not used to this,” Andrew snapped. “And do your job, or I’ll get you fired!” “You won’t,” the woman retorted. “I know your dad well. He wants me to straighten you out. Now, get to work! These floors won’t mop themselves!”