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dollar for dollar.

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when one local dollar tree store closed

my favorite enthusiastic manager

moved to the new location

and judging by my recent visit

he has not lost one bit

of his dollar store fervor and expertise.

this was a conversation between bob (the manager) and evelyn (my cashier) as i was checking out:

E: “bob, you’re really good at remembering all of the balloon numbers to ring up and knowing each one of them without looking.”

B: “well, i’ve been doing it a long time. once in a while a number will change or a new shape will come in, like a unicorn, but it’s part of my job to keep up with it.”

E: “when i worked at the grocery store, i knew all the prices for the cucumbers, the peppers and tomatoes. the easy ones”

B: “some are trickier, like avocados, and for some of those things you only see sometimes it’s harder to remember the all the plu’s.”

E: “it’s really a skill, bob. to be able to do that.”

customer john interrupts:

J: “hey bob – so this is where you’ve got up to – how are you liking the change?”

B: “hey, john. good to see you. it’s great. every day is great. i’m so lucky to be here.”

and how lucky is dollar tree to have bob as a manager?

a man who truly loves his job

 takes pride in all of it

is always smiling and helpful

knows exactly where every item in the store is located

and who happily learns the number for the new unicorn balloon.

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same hero, different season.

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in much the same way

that he appeared out of the blue

in the midst of a very heavy snow season

to ask if i would hire him to shovel my driveway

and disappearing just as suddenly

only to appear again

last weekend

wheeling his mower down the sidewalk

and stopping by

to ask if i would hire him to mow my lawn

soon after my lawn mower refused to start

the quiet, polite, hardworking kid with no name is back 

and gone again.

“everybody is a hero in their own story if you just look.”

-maeve binchy

 

 

image credit: pincor products vintage advertising

shovel.

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one day

at the beginning of this long winter

a sweet kid not more than 14 years old

showed up at my front door

shovel in hand

wearing sweatshirt and gloves

quiet and polite

asking if i wanted to hire him

yes!

without a moment’s hesitation

soon he was at work 

clearing my walks, my driveway, my porch

he charged me a very fair rate

 looking to make some cash before christmas

lives with his mom

in an apartment nearby

 i know nothing else about him

except that he works very hard

often appears without warning

just in time

to clear my path and then

is gone again as soon as he’s finished his work

i’ve no way to contact him

sometimes i see his steps and shovel marks

signs that he’s stopped over

but our timing was off

and now

on this weekend

with the long days of deep snow

he’s nowhere to be found

oh, where, oh, where,

 is the kid with the shovel?

and so

i am paying myself

 getting a free workout

day after day

 i’m sure i’ll see him again

maybe when it’s time

to move dirt

for the gardens.

“never doubt the power of love or one woman with a shovel.”

-carrie newcomer