I went to visit Melissa at her brand-new job at Happiness Wholesalers, Incorporated.  After I signed in at the front desk, I found her standing behind a large table in a big room filled with clothing.  “Good afternoon, Uncle Barney!”  She greeted me.  I commented on how pretty she looked, wearing her professional salesperson’s outfit.  “What exactly are you selling here?”  Melissa showed me: she was dealing in restaurant and hotel equipment.  All across the table were various samples of kitchen utensils, towel racks, small refrigerators for hotel rooms, and smaller items like remote control pads and desk holders for brochures and stationery.  Behind her were the cabinets and metal storage containers, and she took me a little ways over to a display case.  “We also specialize in chef wear.  It’s one of our biggest movers,”  she explained proudly.  “Are they paying you well?”  “Oh, yes, Uncle Barney, I do make commission as well as a regular salary.”  “That’s terrific,” I said.  “You know, maybe I can talk your Uncle Saul into making some kind of deal with you on those nice-looking cook’s aprons,” I said to her softly.  Saul had been running a small delicatessen in Brooklyn since the dinosaur age.  “It won’t be easy—you understand that—“  “Oh, I love you, Uncle Barney.  That would be just great,”  Melissa squealed, and without even looking around, threw herself into my arms.