I really liked the night clerk. He was a young, single guy, probably in his mid-thirties. I am not sure if he knew what was going on with the sexual harassment from Mr. L., but he always treated me with kindness and there appeared to be compassion in his eyes.
The night clerk, Ralph, always came in before I completed my shift, so we would cross paths for about an hour each day. While conversing one day, I mentioned that I was an Elvis fan. That seemed to impress Ralph. "I have friends who know Elvis, you know.", he told me. Ralph then told me a few Elvis stories and I was very impressed and oohed and aahed at the appropriate moments during our conversation.
Several days later, Ralph came to work and announced that he had brought me a gift. He handed me a postcard from Germany, with a photograph of Elvis on one side and German writing on the other side. When I looked closely, I realized the postcard was autographed by Elvis. I was so excited, I couldn't thank Ralph enough. I thanked him repeatedly and told him I would treasure the postcard forever.
I was so thrilled with the postcard that I wanted to show it to everyone I knew. I couldn't carry it around though, unless I folded it in half. So I folded it, creating a permanent crease.
When I was older, I realized that it was probably fairly valuable and framed the postcard. However, it will always be permanently creased. The price I paid for showing off.