The Most Important Thing

By

Ryan Rose

People often wonder what the most important thing they do is. I do too.

Is the simple act of me living the most important thing I do? I know that many people would be upset if I stopped living. But is it the most important thing I do?

Is my writing the most important thing I do? If, if, my works catch a person's imagination and get them to read, or inspire them to do the same, what could be more important than that?

Is my thinking the most important thing I do? I think an awful lot. Could one of those thoughts someday change the future of the planet?

No, none of these things are the most important. I think they are all very important. But not the most important.

I know what the most important thing I do is. The most important thing I do is clean up spills at the mall.

Sure, cleaning bathrooms is important. Who wants to use a dirty restroom? If they did, they could have gone down the street. There are a few gas stations. But they can still use the bathroom if I don't clean it.

Sure, sweeping up trash is important. It makes the mall look nice. But you can still shop when there's trash on the floor.

Sure, emptying trashcans is important, but it's like sweeping up trash on a grand scale.

I'm pretty sure that mopping up spills is the most important thing I do in life. If I didn't mop up spills, some idiot (read: anyone who sets foot in the mall and doesn't work there, excluding my relatives and most of my friends) will slip and fall, and the mall will get sued, and I'll be out of a job. So, I always mop up spills.