Walter and the Convenient Travel
The interview had ended with me asking what’s next, and them telling me they’d be in touch in several ways. I had no idea what that meant, but they seemed to think it was not only fine but exceptional and exciting and an honor, and all that was rolled into their attitude.
So I’d gone back to the apartment, and back to work at the store, and on Tuesday a couple weeks later received a call from the Buyer who said a man named Walter might stop by to see me. He’d just asked her for directions to my store.
Walter walked into the men’s store within minutes of the call, and he was dressed very professionally. At 60 or so he carried himself as if he owned wherever he happened to be at the time, but in a good way. Just pleasantly confident.
And in his way as impressive as the Sergeant.
He asked for me by name, and when I introduced myself he asked if there was a place we could talk. We walked 2 doors down to the donut shop, got coffees, and sat down in a booth.
He asked 2 questions: 1. Would I be interested in a job that required travel around 1 or 2 States, and 2. Was I available to meet with him at his home in Ann Arbor that coming weekend to go over the details.
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