A Fool & His Money Are Soon Parted
One beautiful March afternoon in the mid 1980s, I was strolling down Bourbon Street in New Orleans when a young black boy with a shoeshine kit approached me. The conversation went something like this:
Shoeshine boy: “Want a shine Mister?”
Me: “ How much?”
Shoeshine boy: “Five bucks”
I put my foot up and he starts shining my shoes and continues to talk in a sing-song way as he shines.
Shoeshine boy: “Nice shoes mister”
Long Pause as he continues shining
Shoeshine boy: “You know, I’ll bet you that I can tell you where you got those shoes”.
Shoeshine boy: “I’ll bet you that not only can I tell you where you got those shoes, I’ll also tell the city where you got those shoes.”
Shoeshine boy: “Not only that, I’ll also tell you the street where you got them”
I didn’t bite.
Another long pause
Shoeshine boy: “OK Mister, I’ll tell you all that and I’ll also tell ya what day of the week, what date and what time that you got those shoes.”
He had me!
Me: “OK, you got a bet”
Another long pause and then the boy started answering in an exaggerated southern accent and in sing-song sort of way as he finished the shoeshine:
“Mister, I win!
I never said that I would tell you where you bought those shoes.
I told you I could tell you where got those shoes and
Right now, you got those shoes on your feet,
Right now, you got them in New Orleans, Louisiana and
Right now, you got them on Bourbon Street.
And Right now you got them on at 2:30 on Wednesday March 14th.
That right Mister! You got those shoes on your feet on Bourbon Street in New Orleans at 2:30 in the afternoon of March 15th.
You owe me 10 bucks, Mister!
Five for the shine,
Five for the bet,
and if you give me a tip, I’d sure appreciate it, Mister.”
I gave him $20 –
$5 for the shine, $5 for the tip and $10 for the great laugh that I had!
Posted 2/28/17 by Frank Fleming
In Loving Memory Of