On the final day of the Monet exhibit, my friend Jan had four visitors from Virginia who were desperate to see the show. They arrived at the Art Institute and were horrified at the long lines of people being turned away. Jan noticed that no one was in front of a particular booth, so she approached it and asked the man inside if there was any possible way to get in.

The man thought a moment, then asked how many tickets she needed.

“Five,” she responded. To her amazement, he printed five tickets and gave them to her.

She sputtered, “How much do we owe you?”

The man replied, “Nothing. They just fired me.”

–Donna Joyce

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