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This description was written by a friend and co-worker of mine. I take no credit for writing any of it's amazingness. But it quite accurately describes the job I worked for six years. (italics my comments)
Clogging arteries and getting kickbacks from Cleveland's cardiologists; making Death by Chocolate custard with a little too much death; averting disaster; constructing super-explosive rootbeer floats (they really do explode if a lid is placed on them); reading the minds of those unable to speak in coherent sentences (I know many of us are used to this); explaining why custard melts rather quickly during the summer (actual question, asked several times by several different people); collecting religious pamphlets left on the counters; getting pleasure out of making annoying people fat; inventing dozens of new curse words daily; arbitrarily diagnosing customers with nearly everything listed in the DSM-IV-TR; catalyzing every known eating disorder (we have several regular bulemic/anorexic customers who always get our no-sugar-added/fat-free yogurt, I've been known to try and sneak in a little regular custard in hopes of putting some weigh on them. Then of course there are the over eaters...); noticing amusing demographic trends; preparing for war against Weber's (arms race, drive-thru drive-bys) (another ice cream shop, literally right down the street from us. Several times a year, someone will come up and ask if we're Weber's...When in fact our store name is displayed not only on our aprons, hats, and on a GIGANTIC SIGN, but even plastered on magnets on our napkin holders right in FRONT of them!); general mischief.
Clogging arteries and getting kickbacks from Cleveland's cardiologists; making Death by Chocolate custard with a little too much death; averting disaster; constructing super-explosive rootbeer floats (they really do explode if a lid is placed on them); reading the minds of those unable to speak in coherent sentences (I know many of us are used to this); explaining why custard melts rather quickly during the summer (actual question, asked several times by several different people); collecting religious pamphlets left on the counters; getting pleasure out of making annoying people fat; inventing dozens of new curse words daily; arbitrarily diagnosing customers with nearly everything listed in the DSM-IV-TR; catalyzing every known eating disorder (we have several regular bulemic/anorexic customers who always get our no-sugar-added/fat-free yogurt, I've been known to try and sneak in a little regular custard in hopes of putting some weigh on them. Then of course there are the over eaters...); noticing amusing demographic trends; preparing for war against Weber's (arms race, drive-thru drive-bys) (another ice cream shop, literally right down the street from us. Several times a year, someone will come up and ask if we're Weber's...When in fact our store name is displayed not only on our aprons, hats, and on a GIGANTIC SIGN, but even plastered on magnets on our napkin holders right in FRONT of them!); general mischief.
Blasphemy!!!! 
Once you have custard, you'll never go back!
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