The happiest man I ever met worked for a soda pop company. I worked with him one summer in the late ‘90s. I was 19. He was 60 something. We worked midnight to morning. Our job consisted of going from grocery store to grocery store and taking the pallets of 6-packs, 12-packs, cases, 1 liter, and 2 liter bottles in the back storage room and restocking the soda pop aisle. He took great pride in making sure the shelves were full and organized by brand, each label facing forward. In the event of a Dr. Pepper shortage he would create the illusion of abundance by pulling the remaining Dr. Peppers to the front of the shelf. His work was immaculate - a true master of his craft. He’d acknowledge the completion of each store by straightening the last bottle, turning to me, offering his hand for a shake, and simply saying, “Success!”
Indeed.
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