A Story.....

 There were very few career opportunities for someone who looked like Icky.

Ichabod Potter was his full name but his mother nicknamed him Icky. He always felt it was her twisted way of pointing out he was less than what she expected for a son. It was a way to state, unequivocally, her disappointment in him every day.

That fact alone explains a lot. Particularly the sadness in his eyes.

To add to his troubles he was extremely tall, skinny and to make matters worse he was exceedingly clumsy. But most of all his nose had always been the bane of his existence.

All through school he was bullied and teased about his nose.

In the end it was his salvation.

Because of his nose and what his doctor called his ‘nasal acuity’ he was sought after by many well know companies. Perfume companies, tea companies, wineries, even the government! He had the pick of well paying jobs laid at his feet.

He chose wisely and lived quite comfortably.

Every week he visited his mother at the diner where she still worked as a waitress.

And when he left he made sure he gave her an extra large tip……ya’ know, just to ‘rub her nose in it’………lol.