A man sold me some flowers for my girl and said they would be "worth every penny". I caught the train home and bragged to others of what the salesman had told me. How many times was I told that I was a fool or an idiot! All were quick to point out how frail and "dead-looking" my flowers seemed.
When I got home and was about to unwrap the cellophane and place them in some water, what did I notice but those flowers did seem about dead. I was pissed.
Now a lot of guys would have thrown those flowers out, but not me. I went up to the roof and planted them in an old pot with some spare dirt that my neighbor had left on the side. I went inside, cleaned up, and forgot about the whole damn thing.
I was asleep one morning when I heard some kids running on the roof of the building. I staggered in my flannel robe up the fire escape only to find that the flowers that I'd planted had turned into a bush...and from almost every little twig had sprouted and grown a perfect 100 dollar bill. I remembered the words of the salesman; how these flowers were worth every penny. I'll be damned if that salesman wasn't right! And to think that some folks had called me a fool....
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