I have never been particularly fond of work.
I do prefer work that I make up instead of chores that are made up for me. But like every other God-fearing American, I enjoy money.
So when I was a kid–about twelve–my dad, for a very brief time, grew strawberries on our little farm, with the intent of picking them, selling them and procuring an extra income.
Nobody in our family knew how difficult it was to pick strawberries. The plants do not have the decency to grow tall enough to reach up to you. No, you have to go down to get them on the ground.
My dad wanted to sell a pint of strawberries for a quarter. He offered me a nickel for every pint of strawberries I picked.
So I picked and I picked and I picked–and every time I brought him a pint to examine, he said it was not quite full.
At the end of the first day, I had only picked two pints, earning a dime. So overnight, practically in my dreams, I came up with a plan.
Unknown to my father, I carried a roll of toilet paper with me into the strawberry patch, and filled the bottom of my basket halfway with toilet paper, making sure that when I picked the strawberries, they covered the toilet paper so that it would take half as much to achieve a pint.
That night I not only received great praise for picking more baskets–eight in all–but proudly walked away with 40 cents.
I pulled this off for two days until people who were purchasing the strawberries began to complain to my parent about being cheated out of product by being given bathroom issue.
My father was furious.
I don’t know whether he was more unhappy because of the complaints of the people or because I was such a cheat.
But I learned that day that a basket is a basket and never will cease to be a basket.
If you find the basket is too small, then you need to get a larger basket.
And, as in the case of my strawberry picking, if you find the basket is too big, rather than cheating, you must acquire a smaller basket.
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