“You don’t have enough points Sir,”

“What?!”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in.”

“I drove two days to get here, had a flat tire, my wife got car sick and threw up on the kids. We had to spend a night in a flea bag motel and got bitten by bed bugs, and now you won’t let us in. Please, can’t you make and exception and just miscount by five points. You know I’ll earn the points before I get  back home. Please, please, please Sir, I beg you, don’t deny us this great opportunity.”

“You call coming here an opportunity?”

“Yes, after all we have gone through, you can’t deny it.”

“Wait here, and I’ll send for the manager.”

We stood outside and watched all the other people go through the turnstile and into the place.

One after the other they entered while we watched with envy. Finally the big boss appeared. He looked at our ticket and calculated the points on his cell phone.

“You dummy,” he said to the gatekeeper, “They have more than enough points.” Turning to us he said, “Sorry for the inconvenience. Welcome to Cosco.”

Ellynore Smith