Don has owned a little vacuum cleaner shop on West Avenue for forty-something years. The only thing I've ever purchased from him are bags, but I have been there numerous times for help with my Dyson. He never charges me--and most of the people in line.
"No charge," he says, " Just tax, which on zero for the governor is zero."
After my several minor fixes or tutorials, he walks me out to the car and plays with Luci.
I asked him today why he doesn't charge, and he said, "I'm just not in love with money, but I do love seeing people get something for free."
His customers leave happy, and that's what matters to him.
I asked him how he liked Dysons, and he said, "I love them. My repair shop is full of them and that's where I make my money, along with selling products."
He then showed me the cordless vacuums he likes best, and when it's time for a new one, I'll go to Don's.
"I'm living a happy life," he said. "I have forty acres with three ponds on it and my grandchildren love to go there. I have everything I need."
Sometimes an encounter with one generous man (who still loves his work after all these years) is the icing on the the cake of a beautiful day.
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