When I got to be 55 I sold my profitable business and decided to retire.

But I soon found myself bored with nothing to do, so I bought my 80-year-old uncle’s fruit and vegetable market, just to keep myself busy.

It was a small place, open from ten in the morning to eight at night. I had a woman who worked the register from ten to six, while I kept the place stocked and helped out the customers. Most nights I didn’t get out till midnight, what with restocking and cleaning up and all, so last week I decided to hire some part-time evening help. I put a sign in the window and waited to see if anybody would apply.

Two days later, just as I was about to close up, a very pretty dark-haired young lady came through the door. She was about five feet four and 125 pounds, and she was wearing a little... Read More