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Steve was most proud of pulling weeds. Not just any weeds. These were special weeds. Weeds belonging to the last person on earth to get paid for every single bottle of beer sold. Larry said she was. She was an old lady. She had a caretaker with her all of the time. Steve only ever saw her once. Larry said she was the Great Granddaughter of Anheuser; the first man to bottle beer. Larry said that when she died, all of the money would go to the company because she never had any children.
Her house wasn’t a large mansion. Steve had been in lots of very large mansions and this early Spanish style home would be better described as a current-day rented guesthouse. What did make it special was the neighborhood it stood in.
Although the weeds seemed just as regular to Steve as he had ever pulled, and the Dandelion to grass ratio didn’t seem to be any greater or less than Steve’s own lawn. But Steve’s own lawn wasn’t just a few blocks from a very famous and exclusive old hotel and resort. If Steve hadn’t been in the neighborhood to pull weeds, he never would have had the chance to see Lucille Ball getting out of one of her antique cars and go into the hotel. What was amazing to Steve was that she looked just like Lucille Ball on the TV; and sounded just like herself. And nobody in Steve’s house was getting paid for drinking beer, or not.
So there you go; something for Steve to boast about, meaningless to anybody except Steve. But you do have to admit, not everyone you meet in the world even has a chance to meet the last heir to a fortune, a beer fortune at that; let alone pull some of her weeds.
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