TRASH by EndMaster R

You ain’t wasting gas money so you go to the nearest neighborhood and look for the shittiest house that you can find and go see what they want done.

You knock on the door and little kid answers it.

“Who you?”
“I’m the fuckin’ muffin man you little shit. Your parents home?”
“Pawents? You mean mommy?”
“Well yeah who else would the fuck I be talkin’ bout?”
“There lots of men come see mommy. Did you mean them too?”
“Uh, no kid. Well if yer Mom isn’t too busy, tell her there’s someone to see her.”
“MOMMY! THERE’S ANOTHER DADDY HERE TO SEE YOU!”

A very worn woman with a cigarette in her mouth comes to the door.
“Who the fuck are you? I don’t remember ever meeting you before. Did Dale refer you here to me? I told that sick fuck that I don’t do that shit! So you better get your golden shower ass out of here!”
“Golden..? I don’t wanna know. Look I’m tryin’ to find some work to do, so if you need something done around your house I’ll do it for money.”
“Ha ha ha! Sounds like my slogan! Well I could use a break today. Some me time, a chance to hussle up some new customers. So I’ll tell ya what, you do what I got lined up and I’ll pay ya three hundred.”
“Are you serious? Three fuckin’ hundred?”
“Yep, what? You think I can’t afford it? Shit I probably could buy an’ sell your ass.”
“Yeah, yeah, I can tell by this fuckin’ PALACE you live in, so what do you need done?”
“Look after my brat while I’m gone for today.”

Well that’s really nice parenting. Leaving her kid with a complete stranger while she goes whoring around. Child protective services would have a field day. However, you need the money, and you’re not a pervert so it’s not really a concern of yours. Your concern is more along the lines of whether you want to put up with the little shit.