While the Man dithers in the aftermath of the Camp Fire, trying to get his sh*t togther, the Little Folks get it
I say “That seems like a thankless task.”
“Not at all,” she replies. “Not at all.”
“Really? Why the hell not?”
“Hey, I do this job every day in this store. It’s my assigned task and usually its okay but I only do it for the money because it gets really monotonous, meaningless.”
She’s a student, I perceive.
“But today those people really needed these clothes in this corner because of the price. And tomorrow more people like that will really need them too. And so I want to make this the best I can for them. So I’m going to put it all back on hangers and arrange them by size. It will be right by the morning. You better go. We’re closing. Thank you for coming in.”
Straight from the (slightly toasted) horse’s mouth at American Digest. Stop by and drop off a tip, so he can rebuild his life.