The old wooden floor creaked as I steppedacross the threshold of this aging house。 There was a cheap mat just inside the door。 The mat was there to hide the years of wear from countless footsteps that the floor had supported。 Although clean; it needed to be replaced。
I felt claustrophobic as I entered the narrow living room; which was filled with old musty overstuffed furniture that today would be collectors items。 Sitting on the couch were two women; a little older than my mom。 Across from the women sat a man in workmans clothes。 He wore khaki slacks and a khaki shirt; neatly pressed but without starch; and polished work books。 He was about 10 years older than my dad; Id say about 45 years old。 They smiled as Mike and I walked past them; heading for the kitchen; which lead to the porch that overlooked the back yard。 I smiled back shyly。
〃Who are those people?〃 I asked。
〃Oh; they work for my dad。 The older man runs his warehouses; and the women are the managers of the restaurants。 And you saw the construction supervisor; who is working on a road project about 50 miles from here。 His other supervisor; who is building a track of houses; had already left before you got here。〃
〃Does this go on all the time?〃 I asked。
〃Not always; but quite often;〃 said Mike; smiling as he pulled up a chair to sit down next to me。
〃I asked him if he would teach us to make money;〃 Mike said。
〃Oh; and what did he say to that?〃 I asked with cautious curiosity。
〃Well; he had a funny look on his face at first; and then he said he would make us an offer。〃
〃Oh;〃 I said; rocking my chair back against the wall; I sat there
perched on two rear legs of the chair。
Mike did the same thing。
〃Do you know what the offer is?〃 I asked。
〃No; but well soon find out。〃
Suddenly; Mikes dad burst through the rickety screen door and onto the porch。 Mike and I jumped to our feet; not out of respect but because we were startled。
〃Ready boys?〃 Mikes dad asked as he pulled up a chair to sit down
with us。
We nodded our heads as we pulled our chairs away from the wall to sit in front of him。
He was a big man; about 6 feet tall and 200 pounds。 My dad was taller; about the same weight; and five years older than Mikes dad。 They sort of looked alike; though not of the same ethnic makeup。 Maybe their energy was similar。
〃Mike says you want to learn to make money? Is that correct; Robert?〃
I nodded my head quickly; but with a little intimidation。 He had a lot of power behind his words and smile。
〃OK; heres my offer。 Ill teach you; but I wont do it classroom…style。 You work for me; Ill teach you。 You dont work for me; I wont teach you。 I can teach you faster if you work; and Im wasting my time if you just want to sit and listen; like you do in school。 Thats my offer。 Take it or leave it。〃
〃Ah。。。 may I ask a question first?〃 I asked。
〃No。 Take it or leave it。 Ive got too much work to do to waste my time。 If you cant make up you mind decisively; then youll never learn to make money anyway。 Opportunities e and go。 Being able to know when to make quick decisions is an important skill。 You have an opportunity that you asked for。 School is beginning or its over in ten seconds;〃 Mikes dad said with a teasing smile。
〃Take it;〃 I said。 ‘
〃Take it;〃 said Mike。
〃Good;〃 said Mikes dad。 〃Mrs。 Martin will be by in ten minutes。 After Im through with her; you ride with her to my superette and you can begin working。 Ill pay you 10 cents an hour and you will work for three hours every Saturday。〃
〃But I have a softball game today;〃 I said。
Mikes dad lowered his voice to a stern tone。 〃Take it or leave it;〃 he
〃Ill take it;〃 I replied; choosing to work and learn instead of playing softball。
30 Cents Later
By 9 a。m。 on a beautiful Saturday morning; Mike and I were working for Mrs。 Martin。 She was a kind and patient woman。 She always said that Mike and I reminded her of her two sons who were grown and gone。 Although kind; she believed in hard work and she kept us working。 She was a task master。 We spent three hours taking canned goods off the shelves and; with a feather duster; brushing each can to get the dust off; and then re…stacking them neatly。 It was excruciatingly boring work。
Mikes dad; whom I call my rich dad; owned nine of these little superettes with large parking lots。 They were the early version of the 7…11 convenience stores。 Little neighborhood grocery stores where people bought items such as milk; bread; butter and cigarettes。 The problem was; this was Hawaii before air conditioning; and the stores could not close its doors because of the heat。 On two sides of the store; the doors had to be wide open to the road and parking lot。 Every time a car drove by or pulled into the parking lot; dust would swirl and settle in the store。
Hence; we had a job for as long as there was no air conditioning。
For three weeks; Mike and I reported to Mrs。 Martin and worked our three hours。 By noon; our work was over; and she dropped three little dimes in each of our hands。 Now; even at the age of 9 in the mid…1950s; 30 cents was not too exciting。 ic books cost 10 cents back then; so I usually spent my money on ic books and went home。
By Wednesday of the fourth week; I was ready to quit。 I had agreed to work only because I wanted to learn to make money from Mikes dad; and now I was a slave for 10 cents an hour。 On top of that; I had not seen Mikes dad since that first Saturday。
〃Im quitting;〃 I told Mike at lunchtime。 The school lunch was miserable。 School was boring; and now I did not even have my Saturdays to look forward to。 But it was the 30 cents that really got to me。
This time Mike smiled。