I will now have a column called OFFTRACK, which I will post often. These stories will be stories outside of baseball. It will be stories in other sports or just about events in our everyday lives. Todays is a story in which something happened to me I would like to share with others. It is called: A story of Poverty and Hope. Enjoy
A STORY OF POVERTY AND HOPE
As I stand in front of this man, I search for any means of money in my pocket. I pull what seemed to be a thousand dollars in change from my pocket. I look up to the register and it reads, “$2.69.” I look back down towards my worthless treasure in my hand and I begin to add the coins up to $2.69. While counting, I think to myself, what a dumb price. Why wouldn’t they round it to $2.70, or for the consumers benefit, round down to $2.00 so it wouldn’t take me forever to get the exact amount, all in coins? As time stood still for the man behind the register while I added up all the coins, I kept on losing track on what dollar I was on and how much I already added. As I recounted for my sixth and hopefully my final time, I peered away from my hand and slowly looked up towards this man probably thinking to himself, “This kid is a real jerk for using coins.” I could see where he was coming up with that thought because for how long it takes me to add up all these coins will probably take him twice as long. I stare at him and I see a wounded soul. Or he might just be tired because it’s open twenty-four hours a day and he has been pulling a triple shift. I see a cold and placid look on his face. His eyes do not give any signs of emotion except for maybe, “Why the hell am I working here?”
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