When I worked in landscaping, we had an account just below the Hollywood Sign over on Beechwood. Condos.
The foreman of the crew was a generally happy, friendly fellow I'll call Clyde. Summertime on that account was brutal. Clyde would return from a day there with his crews miserable, hot, tired and very unapproachable.
One typically hot summer day, he returned to the shop not looking his usual grumpy, tired self.
I went to him and said, "Clyde. Hey. How'd it go today at Beechwood? You don't look your usual miserable self.
"Did your crew perform well? What?" Clyde said, "Hey, back at you Lash. "Today was good. It went well." "Yes? Go on."
"I guess I should tell you. You know that cute Asian woman, Cindy?" "Yeah. She's on the first floor. Has a patio."
"Right. Well, I was working back there near her place. She came out onto her patio wearing a negligee, asked if I wanted some coffee. "I said, sure. Stepped over the railing, went inside. I couldn't believe it.
"There it was. Breakfast. Eggs, hash browns, ham, toast, jam, jelly, orange juice and the coffee."
"Cool, Clyde." Worried about neglecting the account, I asked, "Did you get right back to work?"
"Well, no. Not exactly. You see, after I ate, she stood up, opened her negligee, and invited me upstairs."
"Clyde. No wonder you're smiling. So what happened?" "It was strange, She took good care of me. But, you see, afterwards, she handed me a dollar."
"I asked what it was the dollar for? I thought she was telling me that I didn't do all that well. I didn't know. So I took the dollar and asked her again, what it is the dollar for ?,"
"She smiled, you know that cute little vixen smile she has and said, 'Oh. I forgot."
"Well, the other day, I was telling my husband that your birthday was close and couldn't we do something nice for you?"
"My husband said, "screw him. Give him a dollar."
"Breakfast was my idea."