Would you work for stickers?

After seven years on the high school and college speech and debate teams, it seems odd to remember that I had extra lessons in kindergarten, seeing a part-time speech trainer to correct the lisp I acquired by losing my two front teeth nearly simultaneously.

A sunny-tempered, individualistic child of six would not have worried overmuch about the lisp, at least not until too late. She was in it for the foil star-stickers placed beside her name in the grade-book if she made it through the lesson without a slip-up.

Obviously, people who work need to pay the bills. But beyond that, what motivates people is as different as the people themselves. No news flash there. That being said, why are fringe benefits too often served as a single Hobson's Choice happy meal, rather than a la carte?