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Sunday, April 12, 2015

The Free Shoe Shine

The Shoe Shine

"Shoe shine?" asked the middle aged man 
in the lobby of the Olive Tree Hotel.
He had a comfy chair just waiting for me.
I looked at my boots, all dusty from hiking. 
Suede. "No thanks." 
"It's free!"
"No thanks."

A long day later, dust from Herod's Palace,
the Dead Sea Scrolls and Jerusalem covered
the boots. He judged my fatigue well,
"Shoe shine? It's free!"
In a moment of weakness, I nodded
and sat down. If felt wonderful to rest.

I got up to leave.
His hand went out.
"What? No tip?"

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