So i’m at a dinner party chatting with the guy sitting next to me, and he asks me what I do for a living. I tell him all about ministry, and then I ask him what he does for a living.
“I’m an expediter,” he says.
“An expediter,” I say, “I’ve always been curious about this. What exactly is an expediter?”
“I help companies do their business. I mostly handle violations.”
“What do you mean violations?”
“Well,” he explains, “I hate waiting in line. So I usually don’t get permits for stuff. My client just does their thing and if they get a violation for it, I’ll try to buy them more time or get it waived or whatever they need.”
“So,” I say, “It’s easier to beg forgiveness than to ask permission?”
“It’s best to not get caught,” he says with a wink.
“Do you enjoy your job?”...