He was an uneducated youth. He left school at thirteen and there weren't too many job opportunities available to him. The only thing going was the job of a shit-house cleaner.
"Fill out this form," said the prospective employer.
"But I can't write", said the boy.
"Well", said the prospective employers, "you don't qualify for this job, so be on your way."
On the way home, the lad bought a box of apples for $2. He sold them around the neighbourhood for $6. He developed this idea and years later, finished up with a chain of 20 fruit and vegtable markets.
One day, his bank manager asked him to sign some papers.
"Can't write", he said.
The bank manager was amazed. "You can't write? My God! What would have been if you had been able to write!"
"A shit-house cleaner", came the reply.
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