Oh sure, last Friday many of you were performing some incredibly important tasks, like saying “You’re under arrest!” or “I object, your honor!!” or maybe "Would you like cream in that latte?"
And still others of you were screaming,“Sell! Sell! Sell!” at the top of your lungs. And even others were doing something of equal or MORE importance than that.
I was sitting in a room full of five year-olds, twisting oreo cookies in half and teaching the kids to stack red gummi life-savers and blobs of icing in a pattern to form a hat – all the while brainstorming a list of a gazillion words that rhyme with hat.
Now tell me, who really has the best job ever?
That’s right.
