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EVERY MORNING HE WOULD DRAG THE TABLES,STOOLS, BOOTHS, AND EQUIPMENT OUT TO THE PARKING LOT. HE WOULD SIT THERE WITH A PLUG OF TOBBACCO IN CHEEK AND A SPIT CAN IN HAND SELLING HIS VERY LAST POSSESSIONS. DOWN THE STREET ONE OF THE REGULAR MORNING PATRONS SAW THE GRAVE SITUATION CARL WAS IN. HE WOULD SPEND TIME TALKING WITH CARL AND WATCHING HIM EVERY MORNING DRAGGING ANYTHING HE COULD SELL OUT TO THE LOT. THE MAN OWNED A FURNITURE STORE TWO BLOCKS AWAY. SOON THE RESTURAUNT EQUIPMENT WAS ALL BUT GONE AND NOTHING WOULD BE LEFT. ON ONE OF THOSE LAST DESPERATE DAYS, THE STORE OWNER TRIPPED OVER A SOFA THAT HAD BEEN IN HIS BACK STORAGE ROOM FOR MONTHS. BRUSHING HIMSELF OFF, HE CALLED TO HIS CREW, "THIS SOFA HAS BEEN HERE WAY TO LONG, GET THE TRUCK AND GET RID OF IT". THE EMPLOYEES WHERE READY TO TAKE IT TO THE DUMP. THE OWNER STOPPED THEM AND SAID " TAKE THIS TO CARL". THE FIRST THING CARL SOLD THAT DAY WAS THAT SOFA .WITH THE SMALL AMOUNT HE MADE CARL WENT OUT TO BUY MORE FURNITURE. SOON AFTER, HIS NEW STORE BEGAN TO FLURISH. |
Carl's Furniture Warehouse
