Around The Corner Is $25 million

Mr. Conte once the town’s best tailor, but now 30 years later business not so good. Mr. Conte realized he needed some income. He felt rather glum for the Help Wanted ads had jobs he knew not what most job titles listed meant.

He was 61 and a bit bent, but thought he could still do quality work. A distant melody sang, ’It’s getting hard to be someone,’ and Mr. Conte smiled because he had found an ad wondering if a new job would make him someone new?

The job interview was going smoothly and yet there was one problem, Mr. Conte hadn’t a clue what he was suppose to do for a decent salary. A contract was submitted to be signed on the dotted line when Mr. Conte said, “Wait a minute. What am I suppose to do?”

The administrators did not like Mr. Conte’s attitude and thought him rude, so they asked him to wait a few minutes while they huddled to discuss if Mr. Conte had the right stuff. They decided he did and then explained his daily responsibility mission.

Mr. Conte simply had to walk to a corner of a building and write down what was around the corner, then jump in front of the corner to see if he was right and if not, write down what had happened. Mr. Conte thought this job rather ridiculous.

Mr. Conte had no idea his late brother had taken out a $25 million dollar life insurance policy on him and had named his daughter the beneficiary. She had always obeyed Daddy, but with Daddy gone, she had made plans needing $25 million.

Mr. Conte, taking his job serious, wrote down he expected a person with a flu virus and so wore a mask before suddenly stepping out in blind corner where he was sprayed with anthrax. Mr. Conte wrote he had been sprayed with baby powder and of course survived with just a sniffle.

There would be more corners for another day.