Wise old man
Tue Apr 16, 2019 9:29 am
A wise old man retired and bought a modest home near a junior high school. The first few weeks of his retirement were peaceful and content. Until the new school year started. Then, every weekday afternoon, 3 exuberant school-children took great delight in noisily beating every rubbish bin lid they encountered on their way home from school. After enduring two weeks of this, the old man decided to take action. The next afternoon, he walked out to meet the young percussionists as they banged their way down the street.
Stopping then, he said “I like what you kids do. I used to do much the same when I was your age. You’ve got life, you’ve got rhythm. In fact I’m impressed that I’d like to give you a £1 each if you promise to play those bin lids every day.”
The kids could hardly believe their luck, and for the next few days they joyously played the bin lids. Creating a fearful noise all the way down the street. Then one morning the old man greeted them again, but this time he wore a solemn expression.
“Kids” he said, “the recession’s really putting a big dent in my income. From now on, I’m afraid I’ll only be able to pay you 50p to drum on the bins.”
The youngsters were clearly displeased, but they grudgingly accepted The reduced rate and continued their afternoon ruckus. A few days later, the wily old man approached them again as they drummed their way down the street.
“Listen” he said. “I haven’t received my pension yet this month. So I’m not going to be able to give you more than 25p, will that be OK.”
“A lousy 25p.” Sneered the drum leader. “If you think we’re going to waste our time drumming these bins for that. You’re crazy, no way mister. We quit.”
And the old man enjoyed peace and tranquility for the rest of his days.
Stopping then, he said “I like what you kids do. I used to do much the same when I was your age. You’ve got life, you’ve got rhythm. In fact I’m impressed that I’d like to give you a £1 each if you promise to play those bin lids every day.”
The kids could hardly believe their luck, and for the next few days they joyously played the bin lids. Creating a fearful noise all the way down the street. Then one morning the old man greeted them again, but this time he wore a solemn expression.
“Kids” he said, “the recession’s really putting a big dent in my income. From now on, I’m afraid I’ll only be able to pay you 50p to drum on the bins.”
The youngsters were clearly displeased, but they grudgingly accepted The reduced rate and continued their afternoon ruckus. A few days later, the wily old man approached them again as they drummed their way down the street.
“Listen” he said. “I haven’t received my pension yet this month. So I’m not going to be able to give you more than 25p, will that be OK.”
“A lousy 25p.” Sneered the drum leader. “If you think we’re going to waste our time drumming these bins for that. You’re crazy, no way mister. We quit.”
And the old man enjoyed peace and tranquility for the rest of his days.
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Tue Apr 16, 2019 11:05 am
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