Tuesday, March 27, 2018

"Pennies and Change"

One morning at breakfast, while reading the news
Natalie’s mother said, “If you so choose,
Somebody’s looking for a kid to help out
With setting up garage sales -- for pennies, no doubt,
But it might be a good chance to meet some new friends
And fill up your long, empty summer weekends.”

Natalie gave it a thought as she chewed,
Focussing mostly on eating her food.
When breakfast was finished, she looked at the ad
And decided to try -- it might not be that bad --
She did love to look through old second-hand things,
And fancied the freedom that pocket change brings.

The notice requested that those who apply Bring letters of reference explaining just why
The person in question would be a good fit, And whether or not they would really commit. Natalie asked folks she liked and respected; And they all wrote her notes, just as she expected. On Saturday morning she looked up the address, Donned helmet and jacket, and sped off to impress Her potential employer with her hard-working cheer; She was ready to make her abilities clear. But when she knocked on the door, she was taken aback For the person who answered did not smile back! “What are you here for?” the gruff old man barked. “To apply for the job,” the girl gently remarked. “The newspaper ad said you need some assistance.” She smiled again, despite his resistance. The man gave Natalie a withering look Which did not make him seem very nice in her book. “The help that I need is with lifting and sorting, With setting up tables, and pricing, reporting… It’s crack-of-dawn early, whether raining or sunny, With my reputation at stake, not to mention my money. You’re simply too little,” he said with a smirk, “I’ll find someone bigger for this type of work.” Natalie‘s eyebrows flew up in surprise. “Did you just pass judgement, based only on size? If you read through these letters, my references show That I am responsible through from head to toe. Clearly I’m not the candidate you’ve come to expect, But frankly, sir, I deserve your respect.” A new look of wonder covered the grumpy man’s face, And he had to reconsider the little girl’s case. “You know what? You’re right. I stand corrected. I’ve treated you poorly; you’ve rightly objected. Perhaps you’ll do well in this job after all… you’re physically short, but you’re morally tall.” They met once a month as the summer drew near And by first sale of the season, Nat had nothing to fear. Though rough at the beginning, he’d softened a lot And spoke with respect, as a decent chap ought. The money was nice and she had found some treasure, But being treated as valuable was, by far, better.

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