Being so accomodating
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All our photos are truly amazing with the pop of yellow in the flowers and the shoes…came together.I have a few more girlfriends that recently were engaged and many more to come still as I’m at the age it’s happening and i’d be more than thrilled to offer high recommendation of Urban Sense for many of my friends.
It was distinguished by a large boot, made for the purpose of accommodating the Great Commoner's gouty leg.
My father had a competitor across the street and one block down.
Our whole lives were passed in fear of what that competitor was doing or might do.
From four-thirty, when the president of our company and I faced each other across his desk, until eleven-thirty, when I left him at his door, we fought the thing back and forth. ” It was in that solemn morning hour, as I have said, that I formally retired from the business of being Everybody’s Friend.
From eleven-thirty until two o’clock I spent in a bitter ordeal of self-examination. “More than half of your life has already been spent. For weeks I had to school myself in the hard business of saying “No.” But five years have made the cure almost complete. ” Why is it that everybody imposes upon the hapless proprietor of a drug store?
I”ll be sure to pass along your information as we received so many compliments on our flowers.
that seems to go against the general grain of most of the articles published then. Why I Quit Being So Accommodating Yesterday was the fifth anniversary of my retirement from the business of being a Good Fellow. Until five years ago, if the city directory had told the truth, it would have listed after my name, as my real occupation, something like, “General Attender to Things,” or “Pinch Hitter,” or “Fine Old Scout.” I hope I am entitled in some measure to these designations even to-day.
But I have quit being an accommodator and nothing else.
Five years ago yesterday it was, at two o’clock in the morning; I am not likely to forget the place or the hour. A pile of days and hours put on the counter of the world with a sign inviting every Tom, Dick, and Harry to take one?
Our rival, gruff old “Doc” Meadows, did nothing except to keep a clean store, fill prescriptions accurately, and charge fair prices and insist on prompt payments.
Yet he managed to own a house and have all the other comforts that we yearned for but never enjoyed.
With an accommodating chaperon who knew no German, the couple could do and say what they pleased.