25. The Old Man
Warehouse Building. I was handling legal work for business owners who had numerous buildings on a “campus” including a fuel station and a warehouse and a few pumps and industrial equipment, wells, etc. Fairly rural area, so not much in the way of vehicular traffic, and virtually no pedestrian traffic unless you were a hobo following the railroad tracks, which happened. A man kept coming onto the campus at wee hours, had been spotted many times, and he’d steal. Whatever little things he could recycle. Nothing to the level of stripping copper wire or breaking glass, but a dumpster diver as well, and would eat any food or snacks and take anything not nailed down, just to survive apparently. Owners asked him many times to move along, move along. He’d return. Finally, the “Old Man” who started the company came upon him and asked what the heck was his deal, why would you risk jail for this petty stuff? Well, it would be a cot and a meal, at least, he said. The owner set up a cot in the warehouse. Gave him a job. Minimum wage. Plus a food box. Said this: You steal from me one more time, you’re out, and you’re going to jail. Or, you can have this cot, live here until you’re on your feet, watch over my place, make sure no one like you comes around, make sure no one steals from me and get a paycheck. Your choice. He took the job. He’s been there, in his little warehouse bunk, for about 6-7 years now. Very very loyal employee. Does all the “Charlie Work” for the team, collects his paycheck, and is very kind. Brilliant solution, I thought.