The Kid in the Red Shirt
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Mr. Swiller was known far and wide as a hard-nosed boss who watched his
employees like a hawk. He was making one of his regular tours of the
factory when he spotted a young man leaning against a pile of boxes just
outside the foreman's office. Since George, the foreman, wasn't around,
Swiller stood off to the side and watched to see just how long the young
man would stand around doing nothing.
The young man yawned, scratched his head, looked at his watch, and sat on
the floor. He took out a nail file and began cleaning his nails. Then he
stretched, yawned again, and leaned back on the pile of boxes.
Swiller stepped from his hiding place and walked up to the young man.
"You!" he boomed. "How much do you make a week?"
The young man looked up indifferently. "Two hundred and fifty dollars," he
said.
Swiller swooped into the cashier's office, took $250 from the cash box,
and returned. "Take it," he said, "and get out! Don't let me see you
around here again!"
The young man took the cash, put it in his pocket, and left.
Swiller snorted at his lack of remorse, embarrassment, or any other
feeling. Then he went looking for George. When he found him, Swiller was
red with anger."That idler in front of your office," Swiller said. "I just
gave him a week's pay and fired him. What's the matter with you, letting
him stand around as though he had nothing to do?"
"You mean the kid in the red shirt?" George asked.
"Yes! The kid in the red shirt!"
"He was waiting for the twenty dollars we owe him for lunch," George said.
"He works for the coffee shop around the corner."
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BONUS JOKE
I'll Dance
An elderly couple would constantly argue about everything. The woman often
ended the arguments by stating vociferously, "I'll dance on your grave ...
I'll dance on your grave!"
Well, sure enough, the man died first.
His last request was that he be buried at sea.