This morning, after woken by a soliciting phone call, I went to a restaurant to eat breakfast. Before I entered the restaurant, a kid probably no older than 15 walked up to me, he asked if I was going to the restaurant to eat. Not sure why he was asked me that. I asked him if he wanted something to eat. He shook his head no and opened up the thin jacket he was wearing in which he had full salt packets and shakers looped onto the fabric. Once again, I was not sure of what he was wanting. He looked at me like the salesman and was stating: three packets for $3 dollars or a shaker for $10. I was so tired I started laughing and even asked him if I could write it down to use in a TV show.
I was in the restaurant sitting in a booth looking through a folder waiting on my food. The waitress was someone who I had known for awhile and was always good company every time I ate breakfast there. I saw her coming towards my table with a plate in her hand, so I closed my folder, which had scribbled sentences on it about the kid outside. She said a few nice words to me and sat down telling me she had a joke I would probably like. She was telling me the joke as I got my knife and fork ready to cut up three eggs sunny side up next to the four pieces of bacon and I reached for the saltshaker, NOOOOOOOOO! They did not have saltshakers anymore. Now, not being as tired, I know why the kid was selling salt. I told the waitress to hold the joke right there and went outside and handed the kid a $10 bill.
I was sitting in the booth, hearing a good joke, and shaking salt all over my eggs. I love America and its entrepreneurs. I guess New York cut out people's choices but made some of them new jobs.
Hank Epstein
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