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“Oh, Mike, it’s all good; continue your writing.” Mike hadn’t said
a word before the foreman left. Mike stood up at once, put away his
paper and ran out to where the foreman was.
“Sorry, boss, didn’t realize lunchtime had passed…what you’d
like me to do?”
“No worries; go back to your writing, and when you finish, you
could wash my car, ok?”
“Yes, of course, boss.” Mike was surprised by his comment. So,
he went back to the lunchroom, wrote another ten lines on his paper
and then went to the shop where his boss’s car was parked waiting
to be washed. The foreman drove a brand-new gray Mercury, a 1972
model, which Mike washed until it shone for all to see.
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