This is completely unrelated to anything, but I figure it’s a weekend, so we could all use a break. Also, I can PRETEND it’s related, at the very end, but you’ll have to stick around. That’s what I’ll do. This is all a business analogy. Are we ready? Go.
I have a dear friend. The one who brought me sausage. He’s currently in Florida, teaching gym class to small children (I have no idea, please don’t ask, or I will be forced to admit my ignorance). His girlfriend is here, in Boulder. And it’s her birthday this weekend.
Now, this friend, along with his awesome sausage-bringing tendencies, is also a pretty rockin’ boyfriend and would be here celebrating with said girlfriend if he had anything to say about it. Unfortunately, he doesn’t. He has nothing to say about it. For purposes of being able to dictate his whereabouts, he is a deaf-mute with no hands. He tried to plan a whole surprise for her in advance, asking me if I’d take her to dinner on him and, because this girlfriend loves dandelions, picking a couple thousand dandelions. 7,300 dandelions, to be precise. One for each day of her life.
Because he couldn’t have done years, or months, or something. That would have been too easy. Our boy knows that if you really want to show you love a girl, you have to near kill yourself. And a couple thousand plants.
Seven thousand, three hundred dandelions rotted in his fridge about four days ago, just after he left. He was heartbroken. And he was in Florida.
So tomorrow, instead of working, I’m going out to pick dandelions.
Here’s where we pretend this is related.
If you do over-the-top shit for your clients the same way my friend does for his gal, they will love you forever. Or at least, that’s what she swears happens.
She better love him forever. That’s a ton of dandelions.
See you tomorrow. May you, too, skip work and gather flowers.
I was going to try to put an image up, but I can’t figure out how to wrap text in WordPress and it’s been damn near an hour. Save me, Men with Pens!