SUMMARY: To his friend's exasperation, Willy always chooses the coin of least value in the game he plays with his shoeshine customers, until he shares with his friend the secret behind his choices.
As sure as shoe polish is black and a dime is a dime equals ten cents, Willy Nickel shined shoes for a living. So too did his best friend in the whole world, Dirty Shirt Johnson. Day after day the two young boys stood side by side putting a mirror like shine on wingtips and loafers. Sometimes when Willy finished a shine the grown-ups liked to play a game.
“Hey, Willy. Want to play the coin game,” asked one man with a big smile on his face.
Willy shrugged. “Okay. Sure.”
Not again, thought Dirty Shirt, as he groaned and slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. He knew exactly what was coming next. What always happened. After paying for the shoeshine, the smiling man would hold out the palm of his hand, showing Willy a big pile of coins, including quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies.