The other day I was walking my dog and came across a piece of trash on the ground that was unmistakably a wrapper of a dollar ice cream from an ice cream truck. This isn't my route, but as a fellow ice cream man I felt an obligation to clean it up.
When I picked it up I saw that it came with a message.
This is one of the reasons I love my other job.
This is such a nice sentiment that made my day feel a little brighter (even though it would seen little Eric needs to learn to use a trash can better). No other sales job has given me the warm fuzzies so often as this one.