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27 September 2019

"The Happiness Producers"

by Robert Hoekman [@rhjr]

During the Age of Sadness, Happiness had become nearly impossible to produce. They put out a sign: Now hiring, competitive pay. We went in. We were young then, trying for our mustaches. They showed us how the tools worked. Grinders, welders, a CNC machine. We made toys, vacuums, suitcases. We grew up craftsmen. We turned old there, earned pensions. Still sadness was everywhere. Then Petey thought to do chocolate chip cookies. We built a prototype. Three feet round, golden, oozing. And that smell! People lined up. We made a jig, threw sparks, and we had it, a glistening new sign.

(For Saraya)