Family story, at least four generations old now, of an adorable little girl who often wandered over to a nearby construction site. The workers there made a pet of her, and she ran small errands for them. The foreman even cut her a very small check, which she and her mother took to the bank to deposit for her.
The teller struck up a conversation with the little girl.
"You must be a big help."
"Oh, I am!"
"Do you think they'll finished the building soon?"
"Sure! As soon as they get the fucking bricks!"