The man at the hardware store called me "boss."
I do not work there. I want to be clear about that from the beginning, because of what followed.
I had only asked where the nails were. He pointed and said, "aisle six, boss."
Boss.
I stood very still. A title is not given lightly. In my country, to be named the head of a house is a ceremony that takes a full day and three witnesses. This man had done it in half a second, over nails, and walked away.
But done is done. I had been appointed. I would not dishonor the appointment.
So I assumed my duties.
I began arriving early. I learned where everything was. When a customer looked lost, I guided them, because a boss does not abandon his people. When two boxes fell, I restacked them. When a child cried, I gave the child a small respectful nod, and the child stopped, because authority comforts.
A real employee found me straightening the paint cans. He asked what I was doing. I told him, simply, "my job."
He called his manager. The manager arrived. I bowed and prepared to receive my first performance review.
The manager said, "Sir, you can't be back here."
I understood. A new boss must earn trust. I accepted the demotion with grace. I returned to the floor and continued serving the people, now from a humbler station, which only deepened my resolve.
By closing time I had helped forty customers, reunited a man with the correct drill bit, and been thanked, by name, as "boss," four more times.
Four more appointments. I now hold five titles at a store that does not employ me.
A weaker man might find this confusing.
I find it an honor I never asked for, and cannot return, so I have simply decided to be worthy of it.
The manager walked me out gently and said, "have a good one, chief."
Chief.
I stopped at the door.
That is a promotion.
So I will be back tomorrow. Earlier. There is clearly a path here for a man willing to work, and I intend to climb it, one kind stranger's word at a time, until I have earned every title this generous country keeps handing me for free.
I do not know what I am the boss of.
But I will protect it with my life.
The DoJ announces that the SPLC paid klan members a monthly salary to stay in the KKK and recruit new members. That a non-profit would do this is sick and sad. Just what were they thinking?
@MaryEllenKlas No, Mary Ellen. You are actually living the “Soviet Style” version right now. You know, the place where you never really owned your home. Relax and prepare to be a substantially freer person…
@MiamiHerald I find it comical all these Blue cities who are weeping and wailing because they don't want to actually be good stewards of tax money and don't want to consider other ways to create tax streams.