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Selling Strawberries
When the economy tanked after 9/11 a successful stock broker lost his job.
Not long after that, the bank foreclosed on his house.
In succession, he lost his airplane, sailboat, vacation house, and cars.
Shortly afterwards, his wife divorced him and took his children and moved out of the country.
Destitute, working at a fast food restaurant, and living over his friend's garage, he decided he had to rebuild his life.
He asked a neighborhood lady if he could plant strawberries on an unused plot of land nearby.
The poor guy worked and worked. He prepared the land with a shovel he borrowed.
He tended the berry patch in every spare minute, every day.
When the berries started to bloom, it looked like a bumper crop and the man was delighted.
Indeed, the berry crop was huge and the man worked even harder getting them ready to sell.
Finally, he could sell the berries and make a better life for himself.
He walked neighborhoods trying his best to sell his berries to no avail.
Everyone around where he lived was as broke as he was.
With a last effort, the man rang the bell of one of the nicest looking houses in the area.
The lady of the house answered the door wearing only a filmy negligee.
When the man asked if she wanted to buy any berries, the lady said, "We only take deliveries at the back door."
"Meet me in the back."
When the lady opened the back door the man was standing there with the berries, sobbing uncontrollably.
The lady said, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
The man sobbed, "Lady, In the last year, I've lost my job, house, airplane, boat, vacation home, cars, wife, and children!
And now, I'm gonna get fucked out of my strawberries!"
When the economy tanked after 9/11 a successful stock broker lost his job.
Not long after that, the bank foreclosed on his house.
In succession, he lost his airplane, sailboat, vacation house, and cars.
Shortly afterwards, his wife divorced him and took his children and moved out of the country.
Destitute, working at a fast food restaurant, and living over his friend's garage, he decided he had to rebuild his life.
He asked a neighborhood lady if he could plant strawberries on an unused plot of land nearby.
The poor guy worked and worked. He prepared the land with a shovel he borrowed.
He tended the berry patch in every spare minute, every day.
When the berries started to bloom, it looked like a bumper crop and the man was delighted.
Indeed, the berry crop was huge and the man worked even harder getting them ready to sell.
Finally, he could sell the berries and make a better life for himself.
He walked neighborhoods trying his best to sell his berries to no avail.
Everyone around where he lived was as broke as he was.
With a last effort, the man rang the bell of one of the nicest looking houses in the area.
The lady of the house answered the door wearing only a filmy negligee.
When the man asked if she wanted to buy any berries, the lady said, "We only take deliveries at the back door."
"Meet me in the back."
When the lady opened the back door the man was standing there with the berries, sobbing uncontrollably.
The lady said, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
The man sobbed, "Lady, In the last year, I've lost my job, house, airplane, boat, vacation home, cars, wife, and children!
And now, I'm gonna get fucked out of my strawberries!"
