As a child, Perry had grown up wanting to wield the peppermill in the local Italian restaurant.
It was no easy career choice. The Guild of Peppermillers insisted on lengthy study and a lengthier apprenticeship. You had to know everything about the many types of pepper and the various milling techniques to be employed to achieve the proper fineness. Perry nevertheless aced his exams, landing a job immediately.
Unfortunately, Perry hated it. Carpal tunnel syndrome drove him nuts.
“How’s the job?” friends asked.
“A real grind.”
Alas, the Parmesan cheese gig was just as bad. It grated... on his nerves.