El Otro

I had the car washed.  Finally.  Two men started on the interior after it went through a gamut of suds, brushes and drop tails.  One of them, after doing a good percentage of the work, ran off to help at another car and wasn’t there for the tip.

“Donde esta el otro?”  I asked in my high school Spanish.

Realizing what I wanted to do, the first fellow ran over to the other car, and sent him hurrying back.  He got his share, and it all ended happily.

These men rely on tips for part of their income, if not all of it.  I can’t afford to be a philanthropist, but I do try to be as generous as I can.  It used to annoy my wife, but she’s used to it by now.

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