A letter to the pass

Hello former boss man. I got to thinking about you today. remembering things that happened the seven years that I worked for you. I remembered old Mr. Harry that use to come in to get his merchandise. You charged him so much, knowing that he was not financially able to pay. You charged him much more that you did the lawyer or the doctor that came in, Why you even gave them discounts, where they hardly payed anything for theirs. I guess that's why you charged poor Mr. harry so much , to make up for the money you lost on the affluent customers that came in to your business. I remember the two sisters that caught you at your little game of charging different customers, different prices, for the very exact same item.

I even remember how you made me work every Saturday, while letting miss adored you, off. she was drawing a check from you while also drawing a SS check from her deceased husband. While I had three children at home, one of which I had to pay another sitter for Saturdays, after paying a sitter a full week for looking after the child during the week. You also gave Miss adored you a raise every time she asked for one, while you kept me a few cents above minimum wage. You knew my situation, but you were an uncaring boss man,

I remember when you got that big contract, The contract of all your dreams. The contract that would make you rich. I remember how your walk in customers meant nothing to you then. You treated then like nothing, huh, kinda like you treated me. And you lost most of your walk ins to another business. Then after the first 'two year contract' had ended. When it was time to renew the contract, you found out that you would not be the business that got the contract. another company had made a lower bid, and had taken it from you. That's when you had to sell out to another business, and had to go to work for them. And I guess most people in my position would be so happy that it happened to you, saying things like you deserved what you got, and all. But you know I felt kinda sorry for you. It took me no time at all to find another job. I was a good, honest worker, and they saw that. I made twice the money from them than I did with you. My life started to take a turn for the better once I left your employment. Now ain't that something. I hear that you still put on airs as to say you are better than the majority. You know I still feel sorry for you. Because I've got something that you may never have. But I hope you do. You see I have a friend that will never leave me, nor forsake me in any way. I have Jesus Christ as a Savior, He's with me all the time. I just wish that you knew him too. You can you know, He's just a pray away. Well goodbye I wish you well. Sincerely I do.

Until next time God bless.