Silvercity Job Interview

The Old Man and the newspaper dispenser

The old man usually wore a green loden jacket, a matching felt hat and walked with a cane. This was necessary, otherwise he would still tilted forward krummrückig as he was. It was asked whether he had under his hat brim enough to clear view forward. He had a good face, only the lower jaw sprang from something. As a nursing home resident who was well acquainted in this district. Sunday morning, he regularly took his newspaper from the dispenser around the corner. Winter and summer. When it rained, and even if it had fallen. If he, on shaky legs, slowly putting the stick, approached the lamp posts, from which hung the donors are afraid one that he could slip any moment topple over, or. That never happened. He simply slowed his pace. He walked around the lamppost, and the removal of the newspaper, throwing the coins was like a ritual. First he brought in front of the plastic dispenser in position. By identifying himself with his left hand at the cold poles, he leaned his cane against it, to have one hand free. Then he fumbled so slow, but ultimately more successful, his newspaper published. He covered so that it became a role, and she was now working in the inside pocket of his coat stuck to. To this end, it took several tries. This made it sought to continually provides support for the mast, in the shell outside pocket for loose coins. The he interjected, without him ever one had fallen on the sidewalk. Finally, everything was right, he took a stick at, and went slowly putting the stick, again on his way back into the nursing home. The residents of the street knew the old man, waiting patiently behind him, sometimes on Sundays, before they moved their newspaper.
One day, wanted to help a stranger, young lady, when she saw the potter trembling, bent man at the newspaper stand. She stepped nearer, something that earned head-shaking, reached out helping, was repelled by an angry motion of the elbow and stepped back in surprise. The old man trembled with the perceived helpfulness as a disorder more, and for a moment it looked as if it were nothing this time with his newspaper.
The young woman came again nearer the elbow went again to the outside and then rudely turned them away and went. In the distance she stopped short, looked around and sat her way away shaking his head, while the old man triumphantly held the newspaper in his gouty hands.
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