I’m a little sad to see Tax season go. Not the codes or paperwork, mind you–certainly not the money. But I will miss a certain marketer for a tax preparation service. From the first of the year, they hire this gentleman to dress as Uncle Sam and wave a sign at the corner of a busy intersection. He’s had the gig for several years now; and he’s faithful in his work. You’ll find him there day after day, rain or shine, wind or sleet.
And without fail, his wee pups is nearby.
A tiny black mutt, he’s easily missed if you aren’t looking–all the more so if he happens to be sitting near his dad’s backpack. On cold days he sports a little bomber jacket; on windy days, he sits as close to the electrical box as he possibly can. Sunny days are his favorite. Those are the days he lounges in the cool grass, paws crossed, face to the sun. Occasionally, he’ll get up to greet a passerby, to stretch, or meander over to sit on the warm pavement, next to dad.
He loves his job.
Walking in to work, or walking back home, he nearly skips. You can almost see the smile on his face; and you can’t help but smile in return.
The drive to Walgreens, Barnes and Noble, Target, the mall–they just won’t be the same. I’m gonna miss that pups.
He’s the perfect reminder that even if the situation isn’t perfect, we’re blessed with work … that there’s a lot to be said for faithfulness … that drudgery isn’t quite so much when we’re with someone we love.
Now that another season has come to an end, I hope that gentleman and his faithful sidekick have a new adventure lined up. And I hope, hope, hope to see them again next year …