as they drummed their way
down the street.
“Look,” he said, “I haven’t received my Social Security check
yet, so I’m not going to be able to give you more than 25 cents.
Will that be okay?”
“A lousy quarter?” the drum leader exclaimed. “If you think
we’re going to waste our time, beating these cans around for a
quarter, you’re nuts! No way, mister. We quit!” And the old man
enjoyed peace and serenity for the rest of his days