The Cracked Acorn: LOLA

Matthew 25:35 – For I was hungry and you gave Me something …

While Jake was on his METRO way to the office, he put off possible business for today and instead gave his back a pat that he no longer had a car; he sold it years ago and never looked back. He had more time now to think, and not about traffic jams. Oh no! Fred has already sent me an e-mail. Open the tablet and get the full text.

BOSS THAT BAG OF BONES THAT YOU SENT ME IS HAVING HER LUNCH SENT IN…EVERY DAY, SHE IS BUYING NEW OFFICE EQUIPMENT AND UPDATED ALL SOFTWARE. SHE IS TURNING THE WORLD UPSIDE DOWN HERE IN THE FIELD, UPSIDE DOWN!!!. SHOULD I DO SOMETHING!

reply…SHE HAS A CREDIT CARD I GAVE HER. UNLESS ROCKS ARE FALLING FROM THE SKY! DON’T CONTACT ME. THIS IS NOT A SOCIAL CLUB THIS IS A COMPANY THAT MAKES MONEY AND PLENTY OF IT, IF I HAVE MY WAY. IF YOU HAVE A WISH LIST, SEND IT; I WILL LOOK AT IT AND SEND IT BACK TO LOLA! O.K.

In the office, Jake dealt with the overnight mail and thought about details of a starting a second company, WIRE & CABLE, never too late to deploy and beat the competition. Every building of any size has elevators…time to get a piece of that OTIS action…watching the toy market, how about DYNAMIC PUZZLE; I will hold that thought for another time. Fred never answered my REPLY, he must be ticked or just accepted the status quo.

Yes! My diamond in the ruff. Weeks ago, I was about to reach for the revolving door to the building and a pile of homeless rags at that moment shot out a leg and almost tripped me. WHAT THE and I swore in Swedish! I’M HUNGRY! All I have is brown bag with baloney with mayo on white bread!  A hand shot out and took the bag, no thanks?  At lunch time I went back but Rags was gone. The next morning, it was a repeat. Third morning, same, fourth. I asked for a name, HAM ON RYE PICKLES WITH MUSTARD, come noon I returned, only this time the HAM ON RYE was tied to a bag with some cash and coveralls and an invite to the office.

Day was waning, I was bent over at the PC screen, there was a smell and a rustle of someone, it was Rags. Oh, my, I think it is a woman…JAKE — she replied, PAT HIGGINS, LOLA’s O.K. Would you like work, a job of any sort. YES! The reply was so enthusiastic that I took a chance. Here is a credit card and more cash get a taxi or walk, out the front door go left, four blocks is ABBY’s MOTEL, check in, clean yourself up, buy clothes and whatever a woman might need, eat, relax, next morning at 8 o’clock a pickup from my field office will give you a lift to your job. Fred will be looking for you. Do you have any education! YES!

Then, Good-bye
(next week?)