Mister Miller [OT]


This brings back memories of Mister Miller who, in 1967 would tip me a dime for delivering coffee to his office (my father owned a Chock Full o’ Nuts restaurant), and place it in my palm just like this, as if he were Rockefeller rewarding me with a small fortune. He didn’t say “Don’t spend it all in one place,” but he might as well have.

Even in 1967 this was a pitiful tip, and carrying a bag full of coffee cups three blocks certainly took more than a minute.

Fifty-three years later I still remember you, you cheap SOB.