This idea is free to any corporation that wishes to use it. It’s genius. No really, stick with me for a minute.
Today, I went to Sam’s Club. As I walked in, every TV in the place was playing a Disney cover of “Call Me Maybe.” Yep, the dreaded ear-worm. And it occurred to me, there’s a great way for companies to help me get over my annoyance at being bombarded with an ear worm.
Imagine though, if you could get a discount for realizing you were unfairly bombarded with an annoying pop hit?
So here’s how it’d work: you’d have to sign up for the program in advance. They’d have a rolling list of the ear-worm hits they’ll honor the discount. Then, you just have to present your loyalty card at the check-out and name the ear worm they played.
The way I see it, the store then has incentive to not play an annoying pop-hit. And you have an incentive to at least bear with it. And I would’ve gotten a discount at Sam’s Club today, which is what this is really all about.
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Pressure cooker
Stress… they always say it’s like a pressure cooker. I used a pressure cooker for the first time yesterday. When it was done, I flipped the little pressure thing, and all the pressure fizzled out.
Yeah, if I could do that to my brain some days, it’d be amazing.
Good.
I ended my day today watching fireworks over our hill. It was a very good day. As we turned to walk back in the house, my son slumped his shoulders, as though if we had only stayed out on the deck for a few more minutes, we might have seen something amazing.
Like a father, I said, “Son, you can choose to mourn the things you imagine you might have had, or to rejoice in the good things you DID have. But you have to choose.”
God says that to me a lot lately.
Celebration – From a Child
In brief:
My son has been waiting for certain days (like today) for a while. Like many children, he has a hard time keeping dates in perspective, so this morning he wasn’t aware that it was a holiday, even though he’s been excited about it for a few weeks.
When he was reminded, he danced around the room, played air guitar, and cheered.
Kids don’t struggle to celebrate. They just do. It’s pretty awesome to watch.
A Long December … Or Realizing that You Listen to Oldies
I remember in the late nineties / early oughts, thinking to myself “Man, Time Life’s best of the 70s and 80s, who would want to listen to that?” Because of course, there was so much good music coming out right then (in my opinion). I just couldn’t imagine a world where you’d want to listen to anything but new-ish, great songs.
Over the past couple of days, I’ve been listening to several playlists that are made up of 90s bands. Counting Crows. Gin Blossoms. Goo Goo Dolls. The Bare Naked Ladies. You know, the stuff I was listening to when I couldn’t understand the people wanting to listen to 80s music.
You know what’s changed?
The date. It’s now 2013. That means A Long December was on the charts 17 years ago. I’m the guy. I’m the guy buying the best of the 90s (not really buying it, but listening to it, at least). I almost don’t know what to do with myself.
And I’m fairly certain that the kids in our Youth Group are probably looking at me, wondering “Why would anyone want to listen to that old music?”
Nothing new under the sun.