Summer Earnings


I spent the summer working on a Mr. Bean’s ice cream truck and when I was through, he paid me with a rain check.

“Sorry,” said Mr. Potter of First National City, “we cash only papers checks here.”

I had a similar problem at each bank, and check casher, I called on.

“Too wet to cash,” they told me. Dispirited, I sat on the curb, had a takeout cheeseburger, fries and a diet cola.

I was famished; the food was delicious.

Didn’t notice it until it was too late.

While I ate, my summer earnings evaporated in the August sun.



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