EXISTENTIAL CUSTARD CRISIS

I work in a Frozen Custard Shop. This morning we had a birthday party for a baby, which means it was 98% affluent parents and 2% babies.
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    A young mom (probably about my age) asked me to explain how we make the Custard to her baby daughter. I did. After:
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    Mother (whispering to daughter): "That's what he does, Sweetie. That's his job. J-O-B. That's all he does. He makes ice cream. All day. Every day. That's what his job is..."
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    Me: πŸ’€πŸΈπŸ’€