| | | | When I was a teenager, I spent a summer working on a farm, where I had the opportunity to engage in various tasks. On one particular day, after returning to the city, I decided to visit my cousin who was the same age as me. I waited outside the bank and caught sight of him through the front window. He was wearing a Brooks Brother suit, sporting long pointy shoes, and diligently sharpening a box of pencils. Despite his seemingly mundane activity, he greeted me with immense enthusiasm, proudly boasting about his morning accomplishments. He expressed sympathy for my laborious farm work, convinced that he was living the grand life in the bustling city. I treated him to lunch, and afterward, we each returned to our respective tasks. Interestingly, he eventually became the manager of the same bank, ascending to the top by virtue of his expertise in sharpening pencils and his penchant for enjoying free lunches. |
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