As Carl shoves the key into the lock to the ticketing shack he’s been manning for the last 5 decades, nostalgia begins to creep in as his supervisor’s voice rings in his ears “Don’t forget to lock the shack each time you exit.”
“Yes, sir!” Carl answered.
“Hard to believe it’s been 50 years already,” patting the shack like a person, he sniffs, “I’ll miss you, buddy.” Tomorrow will mark the start of his retirement. “50 years on the job, what shall one do?” He wonders as he takes his seat and wait for the first visitor of the day.
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Great job.
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Thank you.
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Come Sunday, I’ll have been retired one year. Believe me, there’s plenty to keep you busy.
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Good for you for keeping busy. My mom will retire in 2 years and she’s dreading the boredom.
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If she has grandchildren nearby, she’ll never be bored I do daycare and transportation plus entertainment. Then there’s my writing. Then there’s my wife’s “honey-do” list. 😉
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Ha! She is occupying my house and never will have grandkids, so most likely, I will be the one with the headache when she retires.
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Then good luck to you both. 🙂
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Thanks.
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50 years on the job is wow!!!
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I like how you gave us the day before the big departure
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Thank you. I love writing about the sentimentality he feels from his time on the job. I’d imagine it’s like moving house – the close of a chapter in life.
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Yes
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Nice story, Yinglan.
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Thank you.
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