He'd seen me reading and asked if I was a student, so I told him the path I'd chosen. That's what elicited his statement. "Everyone has their purpose." My radar went on the alert at the prospect of having A Conversation of Significance.
"What's yours?" I asked.
"We sell greeting cards."
"Oh!" Outwardly I smiled and nodded while he went on about trying to undersell Hallmark. Inwardly I raged.
A means, perhaps - an element of one's purpose. But nobody's purpose is to sell greeting cards. Nobody'