When we are what we eat

Long, long ago, before cell phones, I landed a part-time sales job in a health food store. I am not a sales type, so this was an act of desperation.

The money wasn't bad. They had commission items and all you had to do was steer the gullible toward the commission items, mumble a few nice words, and watch your pay bloom from minimum wage to triple that or more.

OK...a period of low moral compromise.

I also lost 30 lb living on their products, both as a paid sampler and because we got to take home the expired or damaged merchandise and that stretched the budget a bit more.

Today, I saw an ad for the polar opposite, a Hershey's merchandiser. This would be a moment of equal moral compromise. I've long since found the 30 lb I lost back then. I fear that becoming a professional candyman would end with me having to be lifted from my merchandising truck. My position isn't helped by the conviction that there is nothing wrong with chocolate.