Advice: Henry B.My fren’d, Henry. Henry went to Penn State.
H: “I’m gonna make me a-sign…it’s gonna say
‘Advice: Five dolla’s .”
P: “For How long, Henry? How much time?”
H: “Fifteen minutes. THAT’S IT“.
P: “Well Henry…. what if the person takes that long to tell you their story?”
“I mean, then you’ll have to go into overtime before you even begin to get to your work.
And then they’ll say, ‘Hey, I’m not payin’ you that! You only talked a few minutes…!?'”
H: “ah….well….” (thinking)
“win ah kin see days’ gonna go on an’ on an’ tell me all dair bidness an all deez utha’ stories instead-a jes’ gettin’ to the point, ah just interrupt’en-em an say, ‘ah, dat’s fahve dolla for fahve minnits…’ “
P: “well… how com you never did that ta me?”
H: “well… I could see here’s sum-won who trusted otha’ people.”
“And, dat you maht’ need some learnin’ ’bout stuff.
Becuz yu had all deez thingses goin on’s …
and go’in ons in yoh ha-id…
an’ dat you might jes’ needed a fren…”
Henry in Blue Ball Cap and Tucson T, Paula post-Yoga, 39th & Main.
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