This chap just does it for fun………………..I’m assuming.
The other day, on my way to DC, I was going through the TSA lines when I looked at how beat up my security friendly shoes looked. I mean, really bad!
I had some time to kill before boarding and actually went to a shoe-shine guy in the terminal. The guy was really nice and like anyone does the day before the election and after a Sunday – we talked politics and football. Ruckiry (not Jon’s boss), I was listening to local NPR on the drive the the airport and heard about how the Browns had done the day before – so I could at least repeat stuff I heard. Yes, I could care less than football. Sue me.
Shining shoes was my first real job – I doubt I have ever told anyone that. I had baby-sat and even caddied at a country club, but there were no W-2 forms for those jobs. Scott Janda and myself would sit in a county club locker room polishing the shoes of the members who went to play golf. Then we would clean their cleats upon their return. Glamorous – huh?
In the downtime, we’d clean the bathrooms and showers. Fun fun fun!
For this I think we got paid the stellar wage of $2.15/hr. Sure there were tips, but it went to the drunk “manager” of the area – who just sat their drinking Thunderbird and smoking cigars. He never shined a thing during my employ. He also never shared the tips. Douche.
Clearly it wasn’t a great job, but it was a good first job. It taught me about life, about work ethic, about discipline (not unlike the guy in the picture – I’m assuming!). Each job I had after that was a step up: busboy, grocery store packer (hehehehe – I said ‘packer‘), truck driver, beer vendor@ Sea World , blah blah blah….
I thought, on some level, I could connect with the guy in the airport, but then thought better of it to say I did what he did when I was 13. This man could not have been more engaging or friendly, and it wasn’t even 7a yet.
Honestly – he made my trip. Not just a good start, but everytime I’d look at my now, not so crappy shoes.
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