The sun was blazing hot. In front of a luxury car showroom, a rusty bicycle came to a stop.
Lolo Tasyo, 70 years old, got off. He was wearing a faded sleeveless shirt, worn-out shorts, and rubber slippers. He was carrying a woven basket filled with vegetables.
He walked into the showroom where shiny SUVs and pickup trucks were on display.
Mike, the arrogant top salesman, immediately blocked him.
“Hey! Old man!” Mike shouted. “No begging allowed here! Get outside! You’re filthy—you might get the cars dirty!”
“I’m not begging, son,” Lolo Tasyo replied calmly. “I’m looking for a vehicle. I just want to look around.”
Mike laughed loudly.
“Look around? Hahaha! Do you even know how much these cost? One tire here is worth more than your entire life! Leave before I call the guard!”
THE KIND TRAINEE
From a distance, Carla, a new sales trainee, saw what was happening. She felt sorry for the old man.
She walked over. “Sir Mike, please let him be. I’ll talk to him.”
“Suit yourself,” Mike scoffed. “Go waste your time on that beggar. You’ll get nothing from him.”
Carla took a glass of water and handed it to Lolo Tasyo.
