Another Newspaper Lesson

I was about twelve years old. 

Albuquerque, New New Mexico. 

Dad and I were walking toward the Twelfth Street Extension bus stop.

There was a newsboy standing under the big bank clock on Second Street and Central Avenue with a sack of newspapers and Dad asked him for a copy.

When he got his paper, Dad said: "I've only got a quarter and I need my change." (That would be 15 cents.)

The kid said: "I'm sorry, Mister. I don't have any change."

Dad said: "Look in your shoe." The paperboy took off his shoe and it was filled with coins!

Continuing our walk to the bus stop, I asked Dad how he knew the kid had change in his shoe.

"Oh, I used to do the same thing when I was a newsboy." he said.

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