And in those days, behold there came through the gates of the city, a salesman, from afar off. And it cam to pass, as the day went by he sold plenty.

And in that city were they that were order takers, and they that spent their days in adding to the alibi sheets. Mightily were they astonished. They said to one another, “What the, how doth he getteth away with it?” And it came to pass that many were gathered in the back office, and a soothsayer came along to see them. And he was one wise guy. And they spoke and questioned him saying: “How is it that this stranger accomplished the impossible?”

Whereupon the soothsayer made an answer: “He of whom you speak is one hustler. He ariseth very early in the morning and goeth forth full of pep, he complaineth not, neither doth he know dispair. He is arrayed in purple and fine linen, while ye go forth with pants unpressed. WHy ye gather here and say to the other ‘Verily, this is a terrible day to work,’ he is already abroad. And when the eleventh hour cometh, he needeth no alibis. He knoweth his line and they that would stave him off, they give him orders. Men say unto him “Nay” when he cometh in: yet when he goeth forth he hath their names on the line that is dotted. He taketh with him the two angels, Inspiration and Perspirations and worketh to beat hell. Verily, I say unto thee, ‘Go, and do likewise.'”

—Author Unknown