your father worked hard as a draftsman , risking his eyesight , slaving away at the draftsmans table with those difficult architectural plans , night and day , to earn the money to be able to give it to me so that i could drive to food giant and buy , for you three ungrateful children , that jar of peanut butter , she began , initiating the chain of misery and eternal obligation surrounding the wastage of peanut butter , and a librarians short geographical , agricultural survey of our countrys productivity .