Work for it

 My father expected me to work for things.  Transportation to my job up the hill at Subway on Regent Street was an example of this.  I would bike there and back for my shifts in any weather.  In the winter it was the city bus.  The bus took FOREVER, so biking was the best option when it was possible. One morning it was pouring rain and I was saddling up for the trek. I did not even consider asking Mom or Dad for a drive.  It was a 6am start, so I was getting my bike out of the shed in the 5 o'clock hour. A memory of Dad that I will always have is him coming out in the infamous housecoat to tell me he would drive me that day. The look on his face was like "I have created this, I should probably drive the kid".  He told me to put the bike away with a bit of a chuckle.