Proud To Be Odd
He is a failure, my cousin Tee said.
How so?
He had two businesses, neither of them made it.
Yes, he is a loser, Cousin Dexter chimed in.
What were they?
A bakery, and a laundry mat.
So he can bake and do laundry! I said smartly. Sounds like a good catch.
They both laughed.
What does he do now? They did not know, so I found out.
He works at a Wal-mart, I told them. He is the manager.
So I asked them, “instead of a failure, would it be possible that he successfully
Eliminated two careers for one that is working for him now?”
My cousins looked at me.
You are odd, Dexter said. Tee nodded.
I smiled, proud to be odd.
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