He loved his job.
Who wouldn’t love a job making people happy?
The cheesy uniform was a little much, but he took
pride in the milkshakes he made.
He told his preacher about it one day, how proud he
was of his perfect milkshakes, but the preacher didn’t smile.
“Son, only God can create perfection. Everything Man
does is flawed somehow. I’m sorry, but for you and your customers to believe
your milkshakes are perfect is a sin.”
From then on, he added just a dab of mustard into the
center of every shake, to keep it from being perfect.
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