Since I was in charge of the work assignments, I was able to give my slightly lame father a job where he didn't have to be on his feet all the time. From then on, he handed out tools. The other two who worked with him in the tool storeroom were Abraham Bankier and Rabbi Jacob Levertow. There was an enormous cabinet full of tools made of expensive Vidia steel. Workers had to sign them out individually. Throughout the day, the three of them sat there in amicable conversation and probably also prayed together. There wasn't much for them to do. One day - I can't remember why - we received a bonus for working "in the arms industry." We were given coupons we could exchange for cigarettes. I gave the three men at the tool storeroom the smallest number of coupons. Two or three days later, Engineer Schoneborn, the technical director, summoned me to his office and gave me a very stern look. "Pemper, there's been a complaint lodged against you. You did not distribute the bonuses fairly." I hemmed and hawed a bit, then said, "I can imagine that a few individuals might feel unjustly treated, but I really did try to be fair." Schoneborn suddenly burst out laughing. "Just imagine," he said in amusement, "your own father complained about you and said that Rabbi Levertow, Herr Bankier, and he had gotten the smallest bonus. The two other gentlemen reasoned that as his son, you wanted at all costs to avoid giving the impression that you were slipping your father something extra. And so your father was complaining that Levertow and Bankier were being unjustly disadvantaged by your exaggerated sense of justice." Since the three of them had hardly any work to do, they had plenty of time to concoct this argument. When I offered to share some of my own bonus with my father, Engineer Schoneborn put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and said, "I know how fair you are. But I just couldn't resist telling you this story!"