I love the 1950’s story that comes out of a small, southern Mississippi town of a 13 yr old boy who walked into the drug store and asked to use the telephone.
The druggist handed him the phone. And he heard the boy say, “Is this you, Dr. Anderson?”
“Well I was wondering if you would like to hire a boy to mow your lawn and run errands?
“Oh you already have a boy?”
“Does he do a good job? He does?”
“So, you’re satisfied with him? You are. Ok, thank you.”
He hung up the phone. Thanked the druggist and started to walk out. When the druggist stopped him. “Son I believe I could use an ambitious boy like yourself to work for me.” Continue reading