"You know what Sam? I'm angry today. Really angry!"
"Why?" Sam asked curtly.
"A couple of days ago when we were talking about this business, you said 'we haven't even started yet.' Do you remember what I said to you?"
"What?" Sam asked curtly.
"I said, 'You may not have started yet but I started over twenty years ago.' Do you know why I insisted that you be in charge of the money, Sam?"
"Why?"
"Because I want to see when you think I should get a paycheck. If we take my earnings for all the years that I have worked in the marketplace, to date, I have averaged about $3750 a year (no that's not a typo). What man would put as much effort into building 'a life' without getting a paycheck? But it seems, you guys rule the world and that seems to be alright with you. It's not alright with me. I know I am the sole proprietor right now. I'll change that to a partnership when I see that you're all in. I've arranged 'signing rights' at the bank for you. When you say it's time I get a paycheck, you can go get your signing rights and write me one and then we'll partner up."
Sam didn't say anything.
"Do you remember when I was driving that 2 ton delivery truck and the clutch went on it? It was right on the corner of where we've set up our business now. Remember how you blamed me for breaking it? I had only driven the stupid truck for 1 or 2 miles before the clutch disintegrated. There you were, blaming me for breaking a clutch in 1 mile of driving. When Eugene showed up, to give us a ride back to the shop, he told you that he'd already put in a requisition to have the truck serviced but it hadn't been done."
Sam didn't say anything.
"You believed him because he was a maaaan," Simmy enunciated the word angrily.
"Do you think it was your anger that pushed the truck off the road?" Sam smirked.
"Oh yes, partly. You thought it was so impossible! 'We can't push a loaded 2 ton off the road onto that parking lot. There's an incline up onto the lot and we'll never get it up there... blah, blah, blah...' That was you, Sam!"
"What did you say to that?" Sam asked, struggling to recall.
"I said that the truck has four wheels. We just need to give it a push and get some momentum going so that when we have to push it up the little hill, onto the parking lot, we'll have enough momentum to do it. You were so skeptical!"
Sam nodded, "You convinced that young man who couldn't get his racy car past the truck, because it was blocking the 'yield,' to help us push that 2 ton to get it going."
"Yep! I kept having to prod him to help us so we wouldn't be abandoned. I know it was just the two of us pushing at first, myself and that young lad, but then you told me to jump in the truck and do the steering so the two of you could push it up that hill. As soon as the truck was on that parking lot, he got into his hot little car and squealed off. I wanted to throw down a spike belt, he dashed off so fast." Simmy was being honest.
"There's the woman I married," Sam grinned.
"Shut up."
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