My dad always had like a million keys he'd carry around, all clipped onto his belt loop. When he worked at Kmart, we'd walk in to pick up something (and see him and maybe pick up a Little Caesar's) and all we'd have to do was just listen for a few minutes and usually we could find him with that little jingle.
I was talking to some friends today about how proud we were when we'd find him working. That's OUR DAD. He's the guy with the red vest. He works here. We'd ask the other employees- do you know Paul? He's our DAD.
I think he struggled sometimes working retail, especially in a real wealthy area, especially with jerk-heads mumbling their rude and entitled comments at him. Me and my sisters though, we were always beaming with pride. Even earlier this year, I was at my hometown Costco (where he recently retired from) and I asked one of the guys working if he knew Paul (Pauly)? He did. Me and my sisters all said real proudly, "that's our dad!!" He's the hardest working guy I've ever met, and I'm proud of him always.
He still has a bunch of keys, but a more manageable amount.
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