Realizing my fridge had dwindled down to a half-full carton of skim milk and an empty Brita, I made an evening stroll to my local grocery store in downtown Chicago. While in the checkout lane, I noticed Patricia, the woman scanning my grocery items. I glanced down at her nametag and it read "Hi, I'm Patricia. Serving you since 1984."
Wow, 1984. That's a long time. Surely Patricia knew everything about the grocery store and loved her job if she's been doing it since 1984?