Books [Fighting Ben]
“I, of course, was as green as crab grass in the furniture business, and as a collector in a city. The boss gave me a bunch of old accounts they had among the toughest customers in the city. I started out with these old bills on one Monday morning. I made one of my first calls in Glencoe Mill village. I left my car on Huger Street and walked down an alley in search of a certain house number. When I found the house, I knocked on the door.
“'Who's that a-knockin'?' came a voice from within.
“Furniture man! I shouted.
“'What furnisher man yuh be?' came back the answer.
“'Palm Furniture Company.'
“'Ain't owin' yuh a dern thing.'
“'Wh-why, I have a bill here against you for a four-piece bedroom suite, some chairs, and a kitchen cabinet. You've only paid ten dollars on it. Let me come in, please, and I'll explain further.'
“The door opened, and out came a tall, skinny-faced, red-haired, snuff-dipping woman.
“'Done tole yuh once I ain't owin' yuh a dern thing.'
“'Have you receipts to prove your claim?' I asked.
“'Yes, jist like this: “kerdap,”' she spit at me.
“Well, sir, that old alley bat came within an inch of spitting that gob of snuff amber in my face. She made me so mad I saw red. My old Edgefield fighting blood boiled to the point where I took it upon myself, while the old alley bat cussed me, to walk through that house and drag out, piece by piece, our furniture. When I took the goods to the store, the boss told