I never expected to win an award for my work. I was just a humble dishwasher. No shame, certainly, in honest work, but usually no glory either. The people from the awards committee told me I had been chosen out of thousands. My attention to detail and brisk pace were standards that few attempted, much less achieved. I blushed as they handed me a gold-plated scrubber. I held it high and everyone in the restaurant cheered, even the cooks. The next day I retired. Now I’m on the lecture circuit, giving motivational seminars. I thank the stars for dirty dishes.
Mario who?I'm a novelist, poet, and short story writer living in the Pacific Northwest on Missoula Flood soil. I post my 100-word short shorts here on an intermittent basis.
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