Selling Bagels Off A Greek Donkey Could Be A Better Idea Than Looking For A Job At 57

Years ago ― before husband, kids, houses and pets came along ― my friend Cindy and I were enjoying our last day of vacation on a black sand beach on the Greek island of Santorini when a sun-weathered old man approached us selling cups of fresh fruit off his donkey. “How much for two?” I asked in the international language of finger-pointing and other gestures. It was perhaps my fifth trip to Greece and I knew how to play the bargaining game. I feigned disgust at his first price and shooed him away. But instead of lowering his price as I expected he would, he plopped himself down on the edge of my sun lounger, pulled out a flask from beneath the donkey’s belly and offered to share. And share we did. Business, he told us, was good. Plus, he got to look at all the pretty girls on the topless beach ― a perk of the job. Ouzo, no matter how many trips to Greece I make, will never taste good to me. Yet we drank his flask dry. I’m sure we also paid asking price for the fruit, and there’s an excellent chance we tipped mightily. I remember the incident like it was yesterday for one reason: It was how Cindy and I came to create our escape plan. It was brilliant as only brilliance can be when seen through Ouzo-infused brains.  The plan went something like this: We would return to Los Angeles just long enough to tie up the loose ends of our lives and then return to Santorini ― or perhaps Mykonos or Zakynthos or Paros or Antiparos ― wh...
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