Last weekend, my landlord calls me up and says, "Hey... these girls want to look at apartment #9. I'm out of town. Can you show it to them?"
Sure. No problem.
So I spend a whopping 15 minutes of my day showing them the place. They like it.
Then on Thursday, I'm walking from work to the hardware store to pick up a couple things, and I bump into my landlord. He thanks me for taking the time to show the place to the girls. "How much did I say I'd pay you for that?"
"We didn't discuss it," I say. "And don't worry about it."
"Well, I want to give you something, and I'm sure you can always use an extra fifty bucks."
Well, yeah... in fact, I could desperately use an extra fifty right now. Still, I say, "Sure, but it's really not necessary."
"Do you like wine?" he asks.
Now... he asks me this every year, because it's his tradition to give his tenants a nice bottle of wine as a holiday gift. The first year, he asks me, and I tell him I don't. So instead he gives me a two pound box of chocolate truffles. This happens the second year, too. This past year, I get both the truffles and a bottle of wine. That's fine... I have friends who like wine and I keep some on hand for them. But he asks me again, and again I say, "Not particularly." And I elaborate.
He says, "So what you're saying is you just haven't found a wine you like, yet."
I admit this is true. So he asks if I've ever tried thus-and-such wine. Nope. "I'll bring you a bottle. Trust me, it's amazing."
I'm thinking, Fine... though I'd really rather have the cash. "And I'll get a nice crisp fifty for you, too."
Today he calls me up and says, "Well, I let my wife do everything. She put a bottle of booze in your locker. Dunno what it is. But thanks again."
Yep, she put a bottle of booze in there. A fifth of Hennessy. And a thank-you card with a check for fifty bucks tucked inside.
Sweet.
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