Thursday, August 18, 2005

Qualifications

My great grandfather immigrated to the U.S. from Greece around the turn of the last century. I'm not certain of the exact year, but I know that he was in San Francisco for the famous 1906 earthquake. (He kept the right wrench by his gas meter for the rest of his life.)

When he arrived, he went to get a job in a restaurant owned by some others who spoke Greek. The owner asked him whether he had a pair of black pants he could wear for the job. He replied that he did.

Then he went out and bought some black pants.

1 Comments:

Blogger Little Running Bear said...

I absolutely love that story! Nice one.

25 August, 2005 15:16  

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