Tom’s the Fiddler Crab Catcher
One late afternoon, as I looked out from a large window where I work, I saw this raggedy white van pulling into the parking lot. As It park towards the north side of the lot, I noticed the AC unit protruding from the back door. My attention changed as a customer came in I greeted him and, as usual with his nasty attitude he said “Newport one hundred on a box, a blue game and the rest on pump 5”. He dangled the bundled up twenty-dollar bill on the counter, revolved around and walked away towards the wrong exit, I said. “The other door Sir, thanks! have a nice day.” Tom, a seasonal fiddler catcher returns to town for another exciting season. Here we go, once again more drama, more inventions, a new style.
I turned around to get a carton of Newport to restock the rack, I heard a voice “Is the coffee fresh?” Before I rotated …show more content…
Suddenly a sentence that I can understand, “is Sue around?” the owner of the establishment.” I, replied she will be in, in the morning, “can I stay here tonight?” Sure, “I will talk to her in the morning” ok! “well, I’ll be in the van if you need me.” As the sun went down, I began concluding my chores and set everything for the next shift; is about nine thirty my replacement arrived, verified the funds, and I am on my way out.
Tom, a Seventy-Four-year-old male, with a myriad of physical issues, challenges himself to be self-sufficient. The fiddler crab catcher, who risk his life under the intense heat daily, does all the manual labor for a scarce $2.00 a dozen. A seasonal job that he enjoys doing.
Through time Tom has nurtured a clientele at the fish and tackle places where he delivers the product upon request. Innumerable times being taken advantage of the count while delivering, nonetheless, he continues supplying
One late afternoon, as I looked out from a large window where I work, I saw this raggedy white van pulling into the parking lot. As It park towards the north side of the lot, I noticed the AC unit protruding from the back door. My attention changed as a customer came in I greeted him and, as usual with his nasty attitude he said “Newport one hundred on a box, a blue game and the rest on pump 5”. He dangled the bundled up twenty-dollar bill on the counter, revolved around and walked away towards the wrong exit, I said. “The other door Sir, thanks! have a nice day.” Tom, a seasonal fiddler catcher returns to town for another exciting season. Here we go, once again more drama, more inventions, a new style.
I turned around to get a carton of Newport to restock the rack, I heard a voice “Is the coffee fresh?” Before I rotated …show more content…
Suddenly a sentence that I can understand, “is Sue around?” the owner of the establishment.” I, replied she will be in, in the morning, “can I stay here tonight?” Sure, “I will talk to her in the morning” ok! “well, I’ll be in the van if you need me.” As the sun went down, I began concluding my chores and set everything for the next shift; is about nine thirty my replacement arrived, verified the funds, and I am on my way out.
Tom, a Seventy-Four-year-old male, with a myriad of physical issues, challenges himself to be self-sufficient. The fiddler crab catcher, who risk his life under the intense heat daily, does all the manual labor for a scarce $2.00 a dozen. A seasonal job that he enjoys doing.
Through time Tom has nurtured a clientele at the fish and tackle places where he delivers the product upon request. Innumerable times being taken advantage of the count while delivering, nonetheless, he continues supplying