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There’s no business…

A sanitation guy is sweeping up after the circus. The ground is covered with elephant dung and hay. A well dressed man approaches the sweeper and offers him a job in his air conditioned office building, promising to double his salary. The sweeper declines. The business man offers to triple his salary. Again, the sweeper declines. The business man offers to quadruple his pay. And, again, the sweeper declines. The business man is beside himself. He asks the sweeper what could possibly keep him here, sweeping up shit?

The sweeper shrugs, “what, and leave show business?”

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