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Too Much Information

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“I just got those same plants at ‘Dirt Cheap Nursery’ and paid $30 less than you.”  That was the greeting She of We got as she rolled her cart into the checkout line with her bounty of spring flowers.

It wasn’t long ago that He of We was waiting patiently with a shopping cart of items soon to be paid for that someone passed by him and said, “I just got that [thing] at ‘Big Box Store’ cheaper.”

She of We is certain it’s some sort of affliction from which we suffer.  We seem to be the type of people that others just want to engage.  Everybody has at least one story that begins, “I was walking down the aisle and this lady came up to me, held up a sweater and asked if that color makes her look pale.”  We get that every time we’re in a store.  But it doesn’t stop there.  It continues on to why the lady is looking for a sweater, why that particular color called to her to begin with, how she had worn that color before and sometimes received compliments and other times disapproval, and had we ever used that mayonnaise made with olive oil.

People are now beginning to critique our price recognition skills.  They are most probably just trying to be helpful.  Unsolicited so but still helpful.  And that makes us wonder, what are we to do with all this information?  Do we bolt out of line and return the offending items to their former places on the store shelves?  Do we ask for proof in the form of an advertisement and/or receipt?  Do we challenge the price check person’s memory?  Do we smile politely and hope the line moves fast enough that we don’t hear from these people again?

We suppose we should be happy that we don’t project the impression that we’re not civil and will snap at anybody who violates our space – physical or economic.  It is better to be personable than to be disagreeable.  And someday, somebody might actually present worthwhile information.  (We question the $30 cheaper flowers when the total was only going to be about $70.)

Until then, we’ll continue to suffer our affliction.  If it makes others feel good, who are we to take that feeling away?  We’d like to mention though that we are getting tired of being part of the sweater shopping experience.  Jewelry.  Now that’s a different story.

And in case you’re wondering, the olive oil mayonnaise isn’t bad.  You should try it sometime.

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

 

The 21st Century Drive-Through Translator

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Some time ago we opined that “There you go” was not synonymous with “Thank you.”  We’re guessing others thought similarly and likewise made their concern known because we have noticed that every once in a while, we actually hear those two magic words when passing dollars through a window to conclude a drive by burger purchase. Unfortunately there are some rather unmagical words and phrases still floating about.

Let’s float.

 
There you go:  We think it means “Thank you” but that’s only because it’s the phrase we most often here after handing over money while receiving change, or it’s the phrase most often heard when most people would use “Thank you.”

 
I’ll get it later:  “Drive on. I’ll have someone go out and pick it up later.  No, you don’t get more,” said right after the coin portion of your change which has been precariously placed on top of the bills and receipt then thrust out the window in the general direction of your car spilling the change into the no man’s land between Window One and your car.  Usually followed by “There you go.”

 
Here you go:  Not to be confused with “There you go” this means “Whoa there fella, back up there” when you pull around to Window One, overshooting it by at most 3/4 of an inch causing the Windown One attendant to lean forward.

 
Did you have the large coffee?:  “I have no idea what order these orders are in.”

 
Read the menu, I’ll be with you in a minute:  This can have multiple meanings, the most common are “I’m in the bathroom,” and “What order are these orders in?”

 
Have a good day*:  We think it means “Thank you” when uttered by the Window Two attendant after passing your order through his or her window.  Or it could mean “Go on now but come back soon.”  *Pronunciation guide: Good pronounced “goot” as in “foot” making the phrase sound like “Have a goot day.”  We don’t know why.

 
You can express concern (aka complain) to management that you are being treated with less than what you’d expect considering you’re giving them money.  However, there are some unfortunate responses from management regarding the less than stellar presentation seen in Drive-Through Land.  Recently when She of We was met with rudeness by the employees and uncleanliness of the establishment.  She complained to management saying she would not stop and eat there again.  For her troubles she was presented with coupons for her next visit.

 

Apparently there is a need for a translator in that direction also.

 

That’s what we think. Really.  How ’bout you?

 

Making Deals With Ourselves

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We’ve all done this.  Lay out the clothes you’re going to wear tomorrow morning before you go to bed tonight.  That’s a five minute savings, or in the vernacular, a half a snooze.  Not washing your hair this morning?  Fifteen minutes saves you two snoozes.  If you’re packing a lunch, pack it the night before and save at least one snooze.  Yes indeed, these are the deals we make with ourselves to get a few more minutes of bed time in the morning, when it seems to be more valuable than at the front end at night.

There are other deal makers we routinely hear of.  Some people will make a whole week’s meals on the weekend so when they get home during the week all they have to do is pull an offering from the fridge, stick it in the oven, and put their feet up for a half-hour rather than slaving over a family meal after slaving for the slave driver at work all day.  And then there are those who will pay their basic utilities – gas, electricity, water, sewage – once a year saving time from writing checks, going on line, or having to deal with “Press the pound key to return to the previous menu” every month.

These are normal deals that normal people make with themselves all the time.  But what if we expand the concept into other areas of our lives?  How much time can we save then?

The rise of quick oil change shops is already saving many a good chunk of time.  No couple of hours at a garage, now it’s a ten minute change.  But over a year that adds up to almost an hour, and that’s if you get at every oil change with nobody in front of you and having to wait though their ten minutes.  What if someone invented a 30 quart oil holder?  Every 3 months or so you push a button, the old oil drains into a holding tank, fresh oil is pumped into your crankcase, and once a year you empty and re-fill.

That daily status meeting with the boss eats up way too much time.  Both of you know it.  What did you do yesterday?  What are you going to do today?  How will this affect tomorrow?  We suggest that once a month is plenty of meeting time.  Five minutes of, “This is what I wanted to do last month and this is what I got done.  We’ll finish up this month.”  Meeting over!  Everybody gets an extra coffee break every day.  With luck the boss will never remember last month anyway.

If you think about it you can save hours every day, get home early, and put your feet up for way more than just a half-hour.  While you there, save some time by taking the time to imbibe in an adult beverage or two with the latest offerings out there, pre-filled glasses.  You don’t even have to pour your favorite tipple from bottle to glass.  That can save you at least enough time for a second.  And if you live in a community that recycles, you’ll be doing your part to keep the landfills empty.

Wow, efficiency and staying green while doing it.  Now that’s a deal.

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

If You Give a Teen a Penny

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This weekend we finally got to it, the annual Maple Festival where we picked up a trinket or two, saw grain being milled into flour, and bought a year’s supply of locally produced maple syrup. It was a success.

One of locally produced items we weren’t able to get at the festival was local honey. Another one of our food extravagances. If you’ve never had locally produced honeys, syrups, relishes, and such you are missing something special.  Spend the extra dollar and spoil your taste buds.   But we digress. One of locally produced items we weren’t able to get at the festival was local honey. Fortunately we found a farmer’s market just a bit outside the grounds where local relishes, piccalillis, mustards, and yes, honey are available. We stopped in and explored the greenhouses. Then we perused the shelves, made a few selections, and dropped them off at the counter while we continued our search of local treasures. After a while we were set to finalize our purchases and move on to lunch.

She went first, splitting the bounty on the counter in front of the cash register which itself was in front of a brand new, first day on the job, high school student and part time helper. She already was a little confused (she the helper, not She of We), and asked if everything wasn’t all together. Her mentor explained that it appeared we had separate piles and would be checking out separately. And so she began to ring through Pile #1, collected the debit card from She, punched the requisite buttons, generated a receipt, and bagged up the bounty. And all went well adding to the success of the day.

Next up was He. It wasn’t difficult to determine which pieces were his since they were those that remained from Pile #1. Pile #2 was soon rung into the register and a total announced. $15.76. He dug into the pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and a penny, offered them to the brand new, first day on the job, high school student and part time helper and watched her turn into the proverbial deer in the headlights. High beams even. She stared so intently at the cash in her hand it brought to mind the Amazing Kreskin and can she bend the penny with her mind. Apparently her mind wasn’t up to the task. The penny stayed as it was, where it was, until she asked, “What’s the penny for?” Her mentor suggested that He didn’t want to walk around with a pocket full of change. She suggested she punch $20.01 into the cash register and see what happens. He shook his head trying valiantly not to call the brand new, first day on the job, high school student and part time helper a dolt. (Somehow he succeeded but it gave him a headache.)

Somewhere along the way we’ve read in papers that standard test scores for reading and math are improving at staggering rates and today’s high school graduates are even more prepared to enter the world than those of say, 30 or 40 years ago. Apparently somewhere along the way math questions have eliminated all to the right of the decimal. And with it, went our pennies.

If you give a teen a penny, she’s going to ask what it is for. When you tell her what it’s for she’ll not believe you. She’ll check a nearby mirror to make sure she isn’t frowning. She’ll refresh her makeup and then remember she owes you change. Chances are she’ll still have that penny and ask what it is for.

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

 

No Friends in Close Places

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About a week ago we went to the movies. We hadn’t been there for a while, there was a movie playing that we wanted to see, and it was showing at a time we were able to see it. We got there in time for the coming attractions (we’re never sure why but we almost always do) and thus had plenty of time to pick out some good seats. So we thought.

There were already quite a few taken, or to put it another way, there weren’t all that many left to choose from. But choose we did and over the half hour that the upcoming trailers took we watched as many couples filed their way past us and the remaining two inside seats on our row. All of those many couples found other seats for them to park their seats and we breathed that sigh of relief that we could leave our popcorn and soft drinks and jackets as they were. Until the opening credits of the movie. That’s when the two old ladies ambled up the aisle, squinted in the darkness, pointed beyond us and started moving in. They weren’t even going to wait for us to make passage room for them. The movie was starting and they wanted to sit down!

Things like that happen. We’re usually ok with them when they do. It wasn’t until these two worked their bulks past us and plopped into the seats next to She that we realized they weren’t just a couple of old ladies. They were a couple of old ladies wearing old lady perfume. Now this was a somewhat quirky movie which means it required just a little thought to keep all of the characters and subplots tied together. That’s where the popcorn comes in. Popcorn ties thoughts, but that’s a post for a different day. One thing popcorn does not do is provide a fragrance free zone safe from old lady perfume. So for two hours and some-odd minutes we lost bits and pieces of the movie because our brains were too intent on a) figuring out why these two old ladies would venture out drenched in old lady perfume knowing they would be in close quarters; and b) what was that scent anyway? It even drove us out before we could read the entire closing credit crawl which often times is the best part of the movie, particularly quirky ones, particularly when one is distracted by old lady perfume.

For a few dollars more we could have had the reserved seating in this theater. We rarely do because there is rarely a need. We’ve discovered the need. A quick glance behind us revealed many seats were available in the high rollers section. So that did it for us. Next time and every time, that’s where our seats will be seated.

Although we couldn’t confirm it, we’ve been wondering if perhaps the two old ladies might have been working for the theater, creating the demand for those seats while the supply was amply available. Probably not. Even in a big corporation like the one running those screens we just couldn’t see how the local manager would be able to justify that much old lady perfume when the end of the month bills came in. Nor find a couple of old ladies to sit through two-plus hours of a quirky movie. Old ladies don’t do quirk. They do musings. Probably about perfume.

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

 

‘Tis The Season

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Play ball! It’s time for America’s pastime to join apple pies and Chevrolets for another round with the boys of summer. It’s baseball season!

We know it’s only March but you have to get started early so you can fit all the regular games, all the playoff games, and all the championship games and still finish up before it starts snowing again.

No, we’re not going to whine and whimper about how long the season is. If that’s what they want to do, let them do it. It’s not a crime for a business to make money. You have to keep your product in front of the consumer to do that. What we find a little amusing is how much all of the seasons now blend. And we don’t mean winter and spring!

If you live in the right city you can right now see major league baseball, hockey, basketball, indoor football, soccer, professional golf, and tennis. Horse racing and boxing are always available. Nascar is in high gear. (Sorry, we couldn’t resist.)

If you expand your sights to include college you can pick from the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament, Women’s Basketball Tournament, and Men’s Hockey Tournament. We just missed the Women’s Hockey Tournament (Clarkson beat Minnesota for the championship last weekend). And then there is the NIT Basketball Tournament.

If you can’t find a sporting event on TV this week it’s because you don’t have a television. Is that a bad thing? (Umm, all the sports, that is. Not, not having a TV.) Probably not. Finally a time of year when one gets to watch, follow, and cheer for what he or she wants to watch, follow, and cheer for. A time of year when all sports are created equal. Everything except football.   But that’s a wimpy sport anyway.

We’re going to go check out the ponies.   We’ll see you at the Seventh Inning Stretch.

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

 

Use As Directed

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Here where we are it is maple syrup festival time.  That’s one of our favorite times.  The only unfortunate part of it is that sometimes festivals overlap and we have to pick one. This year is such a year and we are picking the one with more variety and more vendors to maximize our festival festivities.  It so happens that the festival we selected is one where we have purchased a great deal of arts and craft items, not the least of which was a 5 foot wooden palm tree, a 4 x 5 foot painting, and a tricked out boogie board.  All in the same year if we recall correctly.

It also so happens that quite very recently, He of We changed cars.  No longer is there a large SUV with oodles of cargo space.  Now there is a simple mid-size sedan with a more modest payload.  It was early yesterday morning when He started wondering what we would do without the oodles of cargo space.  Apparently He wondered this out loud because Daughter of We picked that time to remind him, “But Dad, you once took a tree home in the Miata.”

And she was right.  This was not a five foot wooden palm tree but a four foot, live, ornamental flowering peach which now graces She of We’s front yard.  It was transported from store to home, about 12 miles, sitting on the floor in front of the passenger seat of the little two seat convertible that spends its summers being our get-away vehicle.  She spotted the tree and knew just where it should go.  Not having a proper way to transport it did not deter us.  We understood perfectly well that not having a roof means you can carry almost anything.  In the right orientation.  So, into the car it went, behind it on the seat She went, and altogether we went with She holding on to the trunk (of the tree, not the car) to its ultimate destination.

And what does this have to do with anything, other than it surely brought questions to the minds of passing motorists along our journey.  What it has to do is how often we do the opposite of what should be done and still come out just fine.  (That would be the Queen’s We, not necessarily just the us We.)

For example, Every recipe in the world that requires an oven somewhere during the process begins with, “Pre-heat oven to blah-blah degrees.”  Really?   Or does one turn on the oven, do whatever prep is necessary, toss in whatever is going there and says “Close enough, I’ll add 15 minutes at the end.”

Or how about vacuuming the stairs with the large, heavy, upright vacuum cleaner rather than looking for the hose, the extension wand, and the attachment, and then remembering how to put it all together.

All owner’s manuals and most gas pumps warn against “topping off” the gas tank.  Has anybody actually ever seen anybody else calmly pulling out the nozzle when the automatic shut off shuts off?  It we did that how would we ever be guaranteed an even dollar amount at the pump?

Just because we have gotten away with these doesn’t mean you should make it a practice of ignoring the safety rules.  So don’t!  But if you ever see a little red Miata motoring down the highway with a tree sticking out the top, that might not be the best time to remind us to do the same.

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

 

They’re All Mad -or- How to enjoy March Madness even if you don’t like basketball

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Today starts a new season.  No, not Spring.  Well, Spring does start today but that’s not it.  The new, big season is college basketball championship time, AKA March Madness.  Between now and April 8 (that’s the day after the championship game), every local newscast, every national newscast, every newspaper, every Internet news site, and every sports outlet will have at least one story about the NCAA basketball tournament even if there isn’t a participating college within hundreds of miles of the reporter.  Why?  Why not?

The thing about the NCAA tournament is that it pervades all of America.  It goes on forever.  Underdogs win games.  One bad night can send home the tournament favorite.  Four good nights can put a nobody on the college basketball map.  Everybody talks basketball for these three weeks.  But you don’t like basketball, don’t understand basketball, and can’t tell the difference between a Gonzaga and a Hoya.  What are you to do?

Here are our suggestions on how you too can enjoy March Madness without knowing anything about basketball.

You have to have a bracket.  Everybody needs a bracket.  It is the starting point for all discussions between now and the championship game.  We hear you now.  What’s a bracket and where do I get one?  Find any sports site, click on NCAA (they all have it somewhere on a navigation bar) find Bracket Challenge, Bracketology, Tournament Challenge, or something that looks like that.  Print that out, fill it out, and post it on your wall, in your cubicle, alongside your computer monitor.  Make it prominent in your workplace.  It doesn’t matter who you’ve picked, it matters that you’ve picked.  Now you’re in the game.

There are so many teams, so many games, how do you pick the winners?  This is the easy part.  Nobody picks winners.  The discussions are all about how the discussers are disgusted because their teams lost.  You can pick losers just as easily and have fun with it.  Here are some ways to pick your winners (or losers) even if you know nothing about basketball – like most people but who are afraid to admit it.

Pick your cities.  You may not know the colleges but you probably know where they are.  Often their locations are right in their names.  Cincinnati is right there.  Milwaukee still has snow.  Can’t narrow it down to a city?  Eastern Kentucky is close enough.  Find the location you’d rather be and there is your winner.

Pick your mascot.  Sometimes this takes a little research but a few clicks on the mouse and you’ll soon find that there are panthers, wildcats, and gators.  Pick your favorite animal.  Maybe you’re more into people or occupations.  Choose from among lumberjacks, colonels, or corn huskers.  Then there are those that defy definition including the shockers, aggies, and orange.  Which reflects the true you.  There’s your winner.

Go for the underdog.  Every bracket you can download includes the teams’ seeding or ranking for the tournament.  The higher the number less favored that team is to win that game.  Go big.  Pick nobody but the underdogs.  If you want to cut right to the chase, find at least three experts on three different expert sites.  Find the common team that those experts are appalled that the college actually made it into the tournament.  Any team that is so bad that nobody can say anything nice about must really belong.  Pick that team as your overall winner.

Work the color pallet.  A couple of clicks to get some pictures or video clips and you can get a good read on what colors a team’s uniforms are.  Pick the ones that match your mood, match your style, or match your kitchen.  Sounds like a winner to us.

So there are our picks on how to pick your picks.  Of course it isn’t scientific.  Neither is trying to pick a winner based on this season’s performance.  Get into the game.  This is going to be fun.  Or at the very least, maddening!

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

 

Bells and Whistles and Hot Tubs, Oh My!

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We have figured out how to take the pulse of the American economy.  Go to a home and garden show.  Around here, one knows that Spring is just around the corner when the annual Home and Garden Show fills up the local convention center.  This isn’t your garden variety garden show.  This is a big deal around here.   The organizers claim over 1600 exhibitors covering nine acres of floor space selling everything from asphalt to yard barns.

Well, we stopped by and spoke with some of those 1600.  Over the years we’ve gotten some unique items at the show, ordered some great buys at the show, and picked up a dud or two at the show.  (It happens.)  One thing we always try to do before getting into a buying frenzy is find out how much we’re talking about apropos whatever the vendor before us is hawking.  Just like we won’t wait at a restaurant longer than 15 minutes before being seated, we aren’t going to wait for a pitch for an iron priced at $99.00.  Yes, we saw one of them – “the last iron you’ll ever buy” was the pitch for this one.  We know that’s not true.  First of all, if it’s the last iron we’ll ever buy, what will they sell us next year?  And secondly, that $17 iron we talked about a couple of years ago is still going strong.  (See, “I Went to a Home Show and All I Bought Were Nacho Chips,” March 8, 2012.)

Here’s what we found out this year.  Bells and whistles must cost a bundle.  We stopped at a booth where they were selling free standing roof structures for decks and patios.  The kicker to these was that the roof was actually a louver system that opened to allow light and air through but closed when the sun turned to clouds and then it didn’t let rain through.  “How much?” She of We asked.  “$8,000 for the 8×10 section you see here.”  We must have shown some alarm at that figure which is quite possible since that was more than the combined total that we paid for both of our decks.  “Of course this one has all the bells and whistles.”  “And if we rang our own bell and blew our own whistle, how much?”  “Oh, about $5,000.”  That’s $3,000 worth of bells and whistles.  If there is a $3,000 whistle out there, we’d like to see it.  While there, He of We noticed the vendor’s contact list on his podium/desk and it had quite a few names on it.  Someone out there is thinking that $8,000 for what is essentially a blind turned on its side is a bargain.  Who are these people?

Another thing we noticed while perusing the garden area of the home and garden show was the number of vendors selling hot tubs.  Many of them were also double dipping into the world of high temperature settings by offering a variety of personal saunas.  There were twenty vendors listed with hot tubs, pools, and saunas set up in the “outdoor stuff” zone.  Many displays were marked “Sold” which we’re not so sure of, but it made for a compelling reason to stop and look for that “Home Show Special” sign among the ones not so marked.  Sometimes that is not a bad deal.  That’s how we got ours several years ago.  We will tell you that the prices listed today and the price we paid 5 years ago did not resemble each other at all.  Today’s prices were reaching well into the five figure range.  And again the contact lists were filled.  And again, who are these people.

Yet another thing we noticed.  Admission to the show for children under 6 is free.  For those between 6 and 10 the price is a measly $4.  Why would you want to take a small child or push a stroller between thousands and thousands of other shoppers across 9 acres of exhibits?  Leave them at home with a sitter.  Please.  If you were to tell Mom exactly how far she was walking she’d probably want to stay home too.  We think we figured out why all of these kids were at the show.  They are, after all, free.  Sitters cost money.  So if you have to do a little saving to be able to afford the $3,000 trampoline what better place than to drag a kid to but the very place where he or she can try out the $3,000 trampoline before you commit to charging it – er, we mean buying it.  Once more, who are these people?

So what did we learn?  There’s clearly no economic crisis in America.  If we can afford $8,000 blinds complete with $3,000 worth of extra bells and/or whistles, $12,000 hot tubs, and $3,000 trampolines, we can do it without having to go on strike to raise the minimum wage.  If you need to save a little bit, find an event where children get in free and then take them there over and over again.  The more you spend on your admission, the more you save on theirs.

And let’s not forget that $99 iron.  It could be the last iron you’ll ever buy.  Until next year.

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

 

Surprise! Beyond the PDA

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No, we’re not talking personal digital assistants.  Are they even still out there?  What we’re talking about are public displays of affection.  In general, when tastefully done (which unfortunately isn’t all that often), PDAs are just fine.  Walking hand in hand down the street, arms linked while strolling through a park (yes, people still stroll), an unexpected kiss in an elevator.  Even She and He have displayed affection publicly.  The most public was being caught on the Kiss-Cam at an NHL game in front of 17,000 of our newest, closest friends.  We later found out that there were some among those 17,000 who knew us before our 15 seconds of fame and wanted to know how we managed to end up on that video screen.  Just hanging around acting like a couple we supposed.

These are true displays of affection.  Not the almost public displays of erotica that some seem to think are perfectly acceptable.  And not the newest wave to hit coupledom, the public displays of surprise engagements.

Now that the Olympics are over and the NHL is back to its regular schedule, we’re certain there will be several “Will you marry me?” messages on hockey scoreboards across the league.  You couldn’t get through the football season without seeing someone proposing, along with the requisite surprise response, on the Monday morning news.  And if the asker happens to be a celebrity, the sky and/or television schedule is the limit.  Talk show hosts have lost control of their own shows when someone gets into his head that he is going to use that show as the spring board to domesticity.  Since we brought up the Olympics, it too has been the site of several proposals.  Before the 2010 Winter Games, torchbearer Ryan Clarke proposed to his girlfriend as he ended his torch relay run.  Then as the 2010 games were underway, America skier Billy Demong proposed to his longtime girlfriend after winning a gold medal in the Nordic Combined.

Where do these people come from?  We recently heard the story of a high school junior who rented a billboard to ask his girlfriend to the prom.  If he’s starting out using a public forum as big as a billboard to ask a girl to a dance, imagine him in another 10 years and what his marriage proposal may be like.

We’re not so certain the “surprise” proposals are either fair or surprises.  It seems that it would be almost cruel for someone to turn down such a public display.  We’ve often seen the very public proposal on the news and the answer has never been “No.”  We suppose that’s because nobody wants to be branded as the cold hearted you-know-what when someone makes such a grand gesture in front of so many.  Someday, someone may say no and the habit will start to die out.  Who wants to take the risk that the outcome might not be what one wants?  That sounds almost too much like reality.

The real reality of it is that of all the possible public displays of affection out there, if you’re going to end up on a scoreboard somewhere, make it on the Kiss-Cam.  It’s easy. It’s fun.  And you get your 15 seconds of fame.  Just hang around and act like a couple.

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?