THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD
Aziz D. Friedrich
At five years old, I had decided it already: I would be the richest man in the world. All I needed was a plan.
We had a no-shoes-on-in-the-house policy at our place, so one night, when my parents were having a large number of guests over for a dinner party, I snuck over to the shoe rack and removed one shoe from each pair. I made several trips from the shoe rack to my bedroom, each time hugging an assortment of footwear. In my room I arranged the individual shoes in rows facing the door.
When it was time for the guests to leave, I invited them upstairs to my makeshift shoe store. Everyone bought a shoe....
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