After being told to help me out, a young man of 14 and a young woman of 19, came into the kitchen, stood next to me at the sink and watched as I washed some greens that had just been pulled from community garden. I told the young man, "L" to get the largest bowl he could find and to wash it out. He found the bowl, set it in the sink, got the dish washing liquid and began to pour almost 1/4 of the contents in to the bowl.
I grabbed the bottle and stared at him. Instinctively, I wanted to smack him upside the head, but this wasn't my son and I was at work, so instead I asked calmly, "Why so much soap?" He shrugged. "Do you usually put that much soap in when you wash dishes?" Now he stared at me. After what seemed like 15 minutes later, he finally said, "I don't do dishes." Just like that. "I don't do dishes."
I raised an eyebrow. "What are your chores?" I asked while trying to get rid of all of those bubbles.
"Chores," he said in tone that made it sound vulgar. "I don't do no chores."
I looked at "A" the young woman and asked if she had her own place. She said no. She still lived at home. "What are your chores?" I asked.
She gasped and jumped like a bug was crawling up her back, then crossed her arms and said, "I don't do chores either."
I looked at both of them, completely at a loss for words.