Norm gave to every charity. Five, ten, twenty dollars. It added up. Telemarketers loved him, called him by his first name. “Hey Norm,” they’d say, “send us a check.” They rang every night at dinnertime. The man was Pavlovian. He couldn’t not answer the phone, couldn’t say “no.” He explained that he didn’t want to be impolite. Drove his wife crazy. “Telemarketers are people, too,” he argued. So when his son went to college, the boy started his own charity. He called his father once a week at dinnertime. “Hey Dad,” he’d say. Five, ten, twenty dollars. It added up.
Pamela Kennedy
8/1/2021 12:29:43 pm
Smart kid! Aren't you going to share Norm's number with us... 8/1/2021 01:11:50 pm
Clever and comical. It's a nice , little slice of life tale!
Krystyna
8/1/2021 10:48:52 pm
Love this funny take on charity-giving. Well done, Jim.
Candace Arthuria Williams
9/1/2021 01:04:40 am
I hope Norm is saving a little for retirement. I doubt his son will be taking care of him.
Kim Favors
9/1/2021 05:21:25 am
Yes, smart kid. Enjoyed this.
Mary Wallace
9/1/2021 09:15:40 pm
An entrepreneur in the making. See an opportunity and use it to your advantage. Good story Jim.
Sue Clayton
9/1/2021 11:54:18 pm
One day his son will be the world's richest man.
Jim Woessner
11/1/2021 09:40:08 pm
Thank you one and all for the great comments. I have to be honest and admit that this wasn't too far from the truth. Poor Norm, my father, didn't have much to give, but he was generous to a fault. Comments are closed.
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