Henry seemed to bound up the stairs of the Knoxville Public Library with his heart beating to the lingering thrill of having done a days work in about twenty minutes. Now for a good book, an inspiring poem, or maybe even a magazine, back to the restroom to break the seal on a celebratory half pint of Stoli. It isn't every day that you sellout by two in the afternoon.
He keeps reliving his last sale in his mind. He had rushed through the door of the car dealership with a frantic look on his face. The people looked up startled, expecting the distraught young man to report an accident and request someone to call an ambulance.
"Do you like good steak? I just had a restaurant cancel on me, got a new shipment coming in. I've got to unload my freezer now! Let me show you what I've got" Henry said frantically. He then come walking in with a case of steak, a case of chicken, and a case of sea food. By the time he walked out of the show room, his pocket was full of checks and cash, and his freezer was empty.
The tall Hispanic librarian interested him. She wasn't bad looking for an old broad, but why would she ruin herself with a tattoo?
"Que pasa, Esacita? Me troque is vacia. Me bolsa es llano con dinero. Take a look" Hank pulls out a wad bills that were making his pocket bulge.
" Troque' Hablandas espanol o hablandas engles?"
"I've come for Poe."
"He's still on the shelf waiting just for you, Mr. Trump."
