Leo spent his last thirty dollars on supplies. The first three houses said no. The fourth house belonged to Mrs. Gable, who had nearly missed a delivery the week before. She paid him twenty-five and gave him a glass of lemonade. By sunset, Leo had made $140. He returned to Elias, beaming. "I'm rich."
Leo thought about the spray paint, the espresso machine, and the greasy lawnmowers. "That money doesn't come from a boss," Leo said. "It comes from solving a problem someone else is too busy or too tired to fix." make some money
"I don't have a job for you," Elias said, leaning against his truck. "But I have a strategy. Look at that curb." Leo looked. It was just a curb, gray and sun-bleached. Leo spent his last thirty dollars on supplies
Elias nodded, finally climbing into his Chevy. "Exactly. Now get out of here. You’re making the rest of us look lazy." Gable, who had nearly missed a delivery the week before