Words.
The only job I have ever had that was not based on words was 12 years ago, when I got poison ivy from weed-whacking behind a mechanic's shop. When I got ice cream and milkshakes for townies, I talked more than I worked. I talked to get the job; I talked to make people like me; I talked. This was maybe the second-least talk-based job I've had. When I was a teenager and talked to teenagers about teenage things for a living, we would just keep talking after I talked. Then later, I talked with some teenagers and adults about what we should talk about next week. When I talked to people to find out what they wanted to eat at Texas Roadhouse, my highest sales item was the sound coming out of my smile. People gave me money if I was funny, or if I was pitiful. Isn't that weird? One time, a table of seven people waited an hour for food I had never asked the kitchen to make. Once in a while I forget to talk to the right people at the right time. When I went to college, they...