Poetry At Its Finest.

[AntiHero]

I was driving my forklift at work when I had the good fortune to see one of the most amusing things in the workplace.

A young man, standing stock still with a dumbfounded expression on his face, holding a cryo-vac'd package of wieners in one hand. That pretty much summed up what most people do in that place. Stand there with wieners in hand as the few enlightened souls pass them by and smile. Smiles that are neither kind, nor gentle. Smiles of those who know some great secret that will never be shared.

I drove by this poor soul, and smiled.

[BrassFusion]

I prefer unselfish smiles. And unselfish wieners.