Crashing Cans

Rating:	★
Category:	Other

A wise old gentleman retired and purchased a modest home near a junior high school. He spent the first few weeks of his retirement in peace and contentment. Then a new school year began.

The very next afternoon three young boys, full of youthful, after-school enthusiasm, came down his street, beating merrily on every trash can they encountered. The crashing percussion continued day after day, until finally the wise old man decided it was time to take some action.



The following afternoon, he walked out to meet the young percussionists as they banged their way down the street. Stopping them, he said, "You kids are a lot of fun. I like to see you express your exuberance like that. Used to do the same thing when I was your age. Will you do me a favor? I'll give you each a dollar if you'll promise to come around every day and do your thing."

The kids were elated and continued to do a bang-up job on the trash cans.

After a few days, the old-timer greeted the kids again, but this time he had a sad smile on his face. "This recession is really putting a big dent in my income," he told them. "From now on, I'll only be able to pay you 50 cents to beat on the cans."

The noisemakers were obviously displeased, but they did accept his offer and continued their afternoon ruckus.

A few days later, the wily retiree approached them again as they drummed their way down the street. "Look," he said, "I haven't received my Social Security check yet, so I'm not going to be able to give you more than 25 cents. Will that be okay?"

"A lousy quarter?" the drum leader exclaimed. "If you think we're going to waste our time, beating these cans around for a quarter, you're nuts! No way, mister. We quit!" And the old man enjoyed peace and serenity for the rest of his days.

Rachotiace nádoby

Múdry starý pán odišiel do dôchodku a kúpil si skromný dom v blízkostí vysokej školy. Zopár prvých týždňov po jeho odchode do dôchodku strávil v pokoji a spokojnosti. Potom začal nový školský rok.

Hneď najbližšie popoludní prišli na jeho ulicu traja mladí chlapci, plní mladostí a nadšenia po skončení vyučovania a začali veselo búchať na každý smetný kôš, ktorý im prišiel do cesty. Buchot na smetné koše pokračoval deň po dni až kým nakoniec múdry starý muž sa nerozhodol, že je na čase niečo podniknúť.
Nasledujúce popoludnie sa vybral na prechádzku a stretol sa s mladými bubeníkmi ako oni búchali cestou dole ulicou. Zastaviac ich im povedal: "Chapci vy ste strašne zábavní.Páči sa mi vaša bujarosť. Tiež som zvykol robiť to vo vašom veku. Urobili by ste mi láskavosť? Dám vám všetkým po dolári ak mi mi prisľúbite ak každý deň pôjdete tadiaľ a budete to robiť. "

Decká boli nadšené a pokračovali v robení rámusu na smetných košoch
After a few days, the old-timer greeted the kids again, but this time he had a sad smile on his face. Po niekoľkých dňoch starý veterán pozdravil decká opäť ale tentokrát mal na tvári smutnejší úsmev. " Táto recesiá urobila poriadný zárez na mojom prijme," povedal im. ". "Od tejto chvíle budem schopní Vám zaplatiť iba 50 centov za buchot na smetných nádobach." "

Výrobcovia hluku boli samozrejme sklamaní, ale nakoniec akceptovali jeho ponuku a pokračovali naďalej v ich odpoludňajších koncertoch.

Niekoľko dní neskôr prešibaní dôchodca priblížil sa k ním ako oni znova cestou buchali. "Pozrite sa," povedal, "Nedostal som svoj šek sociálneho poistenia, takže nie som schopný vám dať viac ako 25 centov. Bude to v poriadku?"

"Mizerný štvrťák?" vodca bubnujúcich vykríkol. "Ak si myslíš, že budeme strácať svoj čas bubnujúc po smetných nádobách v okolí za štvrťák tak si blázon!
V žiadnom prípade majstre. My končíme!" Starý pán si potom užíval pokoj a pohodu po zvyšok svojich dní.