Farmer Peters hired a man to sort his potato crop. He told the man to make three piles: one for the small potatoes, one for the medium-size ones, and one for the large ones.

After several hours, the man told Farmer Peters he was quitting his job. He seemed flustered, his brow was beaded with perspiration, and his shirt was also wet.

“Is the work too hard for you?” Peters asked.

“No,” he answered, “but all the decisions are killing me.”