I was a freshman in college and as was the custom in that school at that time, every student worked on campus two days a week. We were remunerated at the rate of fifty cents an hour for two eight-hour days. Hey, this was the late 1950’s and no one was complaining.
Anyway, on one of my classroom dates, a classmate named Bob asked if I’d like to make a little extra money. He’d been asked by the wife of the college president to wash the windows at the presidential home. “Sure,” I said, “I’ll give it a try.”
That afternoon, Bob and I washed windows at the presidential home. Not a huge job, nothing too difficult, but not my favorite thing to do. So, next day, I did not show up. This was no big deal to me because I had never committed to a second day in the first place.
That night in the dorm, Bob said to me, “You’re in trouble.” I said, “Really? For what?” “The president’s wife was upset that you did not keep your promise.”
I said, “I made no promise. And so I broke none.”
“Well, even so,” he said, “she wants to talk to you.”
I shrugged it off.
Next afternoon someone called my name on the floor of our dorm. “Telephone!”
It was the president’s wife.
“Can you meet me out front in five minutes?”
“Sure,” I said, still wondering what was up.