Friday, April 18, 2008

A Nickel For Your Thoughts

Read Heather's post and thought I'd share.

I'm a Sag Harbor native now living in Arizona. Yeah, I wish it was the way it was when we were growing up (for me that would be the late 60s, 70s, and early 80s).

When I was 12, I worked at a farm stand on the highway in Sagaponack. (This was about 1979 or 1980.) Every Sunday the highway was crammed wtih traffic going back to the city. We had a lot of business on Sundays.

One day a woman bought a bunch of produce. About ten minutes later she returned to the stand, stood in front of me, and uncurled her hand, which held a nickel.

I didn't get it, but being a polite young (country) boy, I asked her if could help her. "You shortchanged me a nickel," she said, delivered in an intonation which suggested I'd committed an offense on a par with running over one of her children in the street.

Some things have never changed out there, Heather. Just the good things.

Scott S.

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