Way back in the hot summer of 1964, I was pregnant with what in the 105 degree temperature had to be triplets. But I needed a new alarm clock so I forced myself out into the heat to shop. We had no money and Tony was a engineering student so my first stop was a warehouse type discount store that bought out surplus goods from factories and other stores that had closed their doors for good. I had been told that this was the place to save money, and that was a way of life for us.
I went to the counter that displayed the clocks and was met by a handicapped man who had no legs. He scooted around on a homemade board with wheels, much like an oversized skateboard. The counter had been fitted with pull bars and he effortlessly pulled himself into a tall chair and asked, ?How can I help you??
He showed me serviceable clocks which had price tags of $2.00 to $3.00 and any one of them would have gotten us up and Tony off to school. But there in the case was the most wonderful clock that I had ever seen. It was brass. It was very simple, just square brushed brass with no ornamentation. The numbers and hands on the clock were also brass. It stole my heart and slowly I turned over the price tag. $15.00!!! Outrageous! But it was so beautiful. But $15.00 would feed Tony and me for a week. I could buy the best steak at the market for $1.00 a pound. Our modest shelter only cost $45.00 a month. And my heart was telling me to buy a clock for a whopping $15.00???
I told the man that I would have to think about it and he carefully put it back on the shelf. For the next week I was a constant shopper at the store and admired the beautiful clock each time, but could not make up my mind to be so extravagant. He never tried to convince me; he would just take down the clock and let me run my fingers over it. Then, one day, the clerk was gone and a new clerk was in his place. I asked, ?Where is the regular clerk?? The new clerk explained to me, ?He is sick with the flu and I am filling in for him while he is gone. He will be back next week.?
I explained to the new clerk that I was admiring the clock and pointed to the treasure on the shelf. He took it down for me. ?Talk me into buying it,? I laughed. He laughed and told me that he was not a pushy salesman. ?You will have to make up your own mind,? he said. We kidded back and forth about my wanting him to ?sell? me and make me buy the clock. He showed me the clock several times that week and finally I decided that I would rather have it than food and spent the $15,00.
I still have the clock, all these years later. As you probably have guessed, the store was a Wal-Mart store. Acatually, it was in Fayetteville, Arkansas and was WalMart #3. I don?t remember the first clerk?s name, but the second clerk?s name was Sam Walton, founder of Wal-Mart. Maggie
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