Herman was given an order
At Supper, Herman’s Dad said, “Your Mom tells me that in three weeks your graduation ceremony will happen, right?”
“YAAAA! Finally, my school is finished.”
“Finished? Did you say finished? What about College?”
“But Dad, I’ve been behind a desk for 18 years. I don’t need any more schooling. I want to do something that’s exciting for a change.”
“Now I know why you got D’s in math. You spent 12 years, not 18 behind a desk. Besides, you are going to need college if you want to be a success in life.”
“I don’t need college, I’m going to be a rapper.”
“BUT, BUT, I don’t think being a wrapper at a burger joint is a good career choice.”
“Not that kind of wrapper Dad! I’m going to be an onstage Rapper. I’m going to be a legendary legend.”
“Well, in that case, I’m donating your Nintendo to Goodwill.”
“You can’t do that.”
“OK DAD! I’ll look into college.”
“You better look quickly, if you know what’s good for you. Do you get my drift?”
Herman said, “Yes Dad,” and looked to his Mom for support.
Lizabeth stared directly into his eyes and whispered, “Listen to your Dad.”
After Friday’s graduation ceremonies and a week-end of parties, Herman woke up on Monday morning knowing that he did not have to get ready for school.
He checked for text messages. There wasn’t any and he decided to play an online game.
Around 9:30 am he headed over to The Olde Yogurt Shoppe. He had checked their online reviews and they were mostly fives.
The Olde Yogurt Shoppe was within walking distance and he decided to drive his car. Going in he was amazed at how good he felt stepping in the door.
He asked the guy behind the counter for a scoop of their best-selling yogurt. While paying for his scoop, he asked, “Are you guys accepting applications?”
“After I give you back your change, I’ll go and get you an application.”
Herman waited and when Marcus gave him an application, he asked, “Don’t you guys take applications online.”
“No. You need to answer the questions on that piece of paper I gave you. Alberto will be asking you the same ones when he talks to you on the phone.”
“You need to call between 9:00 and 10:00 a.m. Monday through Friday.”
“What’s it like working here?”
“There is a long waiting list of people wanting to work here.”
Herman said, “OK. Catch you later.”
When Herman got home, he counted the questions on the paper he was given. Nine were multiple-choice questions with three possible answers.
Yes — Maybe — No
The tenth question was easier than all the other nine put together. Herman was to write about the funniest moment he remembered from school.
He opened his Chromebook and started thinking. He typed, “The Funniest Thing I Remembered in Middle School.”
Our class was waiting in the theatre for the school superintendent to arrive and give a speech. Mr. Snow was standing at the front of the stage watching everyone running around and preparing everything for Mr. Anderson’s arrival.
Andy pulled a marble from his pocket and said, “Watch guys. I’ll see if I can roll this marble down the aisle and see if it hits Mr. Snow’s heel.
Robert said, “Don’t be stupid. Mr. Snow will give you detention.” Andy smiled and looked defiantly at everyone and said, “Who cares. He won’t know it’s me if nobody squeals.”
Andy bent down and lined up his shot. We heard the marble rolling down. It started out slow and then it went faster. As soon as the marble hit Mr. Snow’s shoes, he quickly looked down and turned around. He raced back up the aisle.
As soon as he reached Andy, he bent down and asked sternly, “Why did you roll that marble down the aisle, ANDREW? You could have hurt somebody.”
Acting surprised, Andy asked, “How did you know that it was me?”
Standing up straight and folding his arms, he stared intently into Andy’s eyes, he said, “You are the only one in this row not laughing and you are sitting closest to the aisle.” Andy’s chin fell to his chest.
Mr. Snow continued, “When we get back to class, you will be calling your Mommy.”
“To let her know that you will be in detention, because of your stupidity.”
When Mr. Snow went back down to the stage, all the guys sitting next to Andy started pointing their fingers at him and quietly snickering.
He got mad and said, “Wait till recess comes, I’ll pound all of you at one time.” They laughed and Andy sat there looking straight ahead with a tough look on his face.
Herman typed, “The End” and got ready for bed.
The Sun came shining into Herman’s window. He jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. He thought, If I get a job at the yogurt shop, Dad won’t donate my Nintendo.
At 10 minutes to 9, he looked over his story once more to make sure there were no drips and no errors before he called the yogurt shop. Everything looked good.
He grabbed his cell phone and called. His heart was pounding with nervousness. As he sat there looking out his window, he heard one ring, two rings, and before the third one finished a voice answered, “Hello.”
“May I speak with Mr. Alberto please?”
“Good Morning this is Herman Dennis calling about a job.”
“Have you graduated from high school?”
“Are you going to college?”
“No. I will be applying sometime in the future.”
“I am glad to hear that Herman, call me back after you start classes in the fall.”
“Good Luck Herman, I’ll talk to you then.”
Thanks, I’ll call in the fall.
Herman laid down his phone on the kitchen table and scratched the back of his head and said, “I sounded like a Dufus. Why did I call him Dad?”
After finishing his call with Alberto, Herman went up to his room and started another online gaming session. He was into it for 30 minutes when his phone rang. It was Judy calling and he decided to answer.
“Hey Judy, what’s up?”
“Are you going anywhere Dovy?” asked Judy
“Maybe. Are you Lovy?”
Hey, guess what Judy, “I applied for a job.”
“You did? Where?”
“WOW. I always wanted to work there when I was a kid,” said Herman.
“They had the neatest toys. I could hang out there all day long.”
“You need to apply.”
“We could ride to work together, spend time together, and have fun working together.”
“Maybe,” replied Herman dryly.
“What do you mean MAYBE? Don’t you like me anymore?”
“Of course I like you. I just like you more when we are apart.”
“I knew it. Maybe we should break this off right now!”
“Awe get real Judy, and stop reading between the lines.”
“Don’t tell me how to read.”
CLICK — The call was disconnected and Herman went back to playing his online session.
Herman glanced at the clock and knew that his Dad would be coming home soon.
He shut down his session and went down to the kitchen. His Mom was preparing Supper and he gave her a big hug.
She pushed at him slightly and looked up into his eyes and said mockingly, “I should be honored that Your Highness is in my presence. Are you taking precious time away from your job search to join Dad and me for supper?”
He gave her his seven-year-old smile. and LizaBeth told him, “Set the table, your Dad will be arriving any minute. And you know how he gets when he is hungry.”
During supper, Herman told his Dad about applying for a job at The Olde Yogurt Shoppe.
“I applied for a job today.”
His Dad said, “Now that wasn’t too hard to do, was it?”
“When am I going to see some action on a college application? I am not telling you what to do, but if I was you, I would stop playing video games.”
“When you get hired at this yogurt shop, make sure you give the man an honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay.”
“Don’t you think I’m a little old for one of your Leave it to Beaver talks?”
“You will never be too old for one of my talks. If I think you need one, you will get one, whether you like it or not.”
Herman looked over to his Mom and she whispered, “Listen to your Dad.”
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