The Dishwasher’s Tale

I never expected to win an award for my work. I was just a humble dishwasher. No shame, certainly, in honest work, but usually no glory either. The people from the awards committee told me I had been chosen out of thousands. My attention to detail and brisk pace were standards that few attempted, much less achieved. I blushed as they handed me a gold-plated scrubber. I held it high and everyone in the restaurant cheered, even the cooks. The next day I retired. Now I’m on the lecture circuit, giving motivational seminars. I thank the stars for dirty dishes.