When I was a kid, I got paid for doing little odd jobs from time to time. The oddest job I had (with the least minimum wage) was tickling my brother’s feet for a nickel. There was one stipulation – his feet had to be washed first. He definitely got the better end of the deal. I say that my brother was odd because he liked his feet to be tickled. Hmmmm, I guess I was odd for doing it! If anybody even touched my feet, I would get madder than a wet hen.
My brother three years older than me was odd too. He grinned like a Cheshire cat and wore underwear on his head. The only thing he gave me was a hard time and an occasional hand me down shirt.
I sure wish I would have kept all those nickels. If he would have paid me a nickel per foot, I might could have made a down payment on a new house!