The Rich Man

The three car garage had a Cadillac and a Lincoln parked next to a large power boat. The house itself was full of lots of expensive looking new furniture, and both the man and his wife were well dressed.

The TV set was a large console model, housed in a handsome cherry wood cabinet, and it had the shine of constant polishing. Everywhere I looked, there were new and expensive things.

I did my usual bang-up job on the innards of the TV, cleaned the glass, which often did more to improve the performance of the TV than anything else I did, made a few expert adjustments, and presented the bill.

The rich man wasn’t too impressed by my efforts. He kept complaining about the quality of the picture, the sound, anything. There was nothing wrong with any of it. I found out later from the shop owner that he never paid the bill, either.