And look at this...we did a little culinary experimenting and came up with a whole new variation of the candy corn and peanut taste treat sensation. Yes, we added M and Ms. Genius time!
How do we do it?
These days customers can wander for hours in department stores that are more like ghost towns than the bustling bastions of luxury shopping they once were. We have been tempted to set a stopwatch to see how long it would take before any of the very few remaining staff positioned mostly at checkout centers might ask if we need any help. Our suspicion is that the clock would keep running forever. Remember when sales people were so persistently present that you had to beg just to browse on your own? It was sometimes annoying, but we actually kind of miss the attention and do occasionally wish for some help.
Well, we are glad to report that in some small pockets of the retail industry service lives on. Our recent experience with a young salesperson who stuck with us through the entire process of testing mattresses for a guest bedroom, making a selection, and arranging for delivery was quite satisfying. A few weeks later he followed through with a phone call to make sure we were getting a good night's sleep, and then sent a postcard which was not only thoughtful, but brought smiles to our faces.
Recently, in an effort to clean-up an ongoing problem with poor etiquette at school dances, administrators at Sheboygan North High School took a page straight from Mrs. PiggleWiggle.
When the homecoming dance started to resemble the sultriest scenes from Dirty Dancing rather than the mostly innocent, carefree choreography of Footloose administrators conferred in the hallway outside the dance and decided that Principal Jason Bull would read a pre-written statement.
The statement outlined options for the evening that seemed inspired by Mrs. PW whose magical child-raising cures were probably not coincidentally very much like the parenting technique that promotes natural consequences for undesirable behaviors.
"When Bull took the stage, he said a group of students belonging to the original group of offenders began chanting obscenities, which riled up the students. Bull told students that the dance was canceled in an effort to quell the chants and focus students’ attention. Minutes later, Bull said students seemed to be in a better frame of mind to listen, at which point, he proceeded with the original message, which detailed that if inappropriate behavior were to continue, the lights would stay on, the chicken dance song would be played for the rest of the night, and/or the dance would be canceled. After the announcement, some students chose to leave voluntarily, but the majority stayed, according to Bull, and the dance resumed as planned." - Green Bay Press Gazette.com
Well done Principal Bull, Mrs. Piggle Wiggle would be proud!
So proud in fact that maybe she would dance a little jig.
Where we live, some things do not grow on trees. The first of these things is money.
In the midwest we learn very early from our hardworking parents that even though we might think it does,
"Money doesn't grow on trees". There are no two ways about it.
Those go-go boots are not gonna happen for you even though everybody else has them.
Other revelations take much longer for some of us to receive. When your life-long relationship with a fig has been exclusively with its twisted sister the Newton, it is hard to imagine that the raw source of the crunchy, weird, brown filling could be a wonderful and amazing food like the succulent, naturally ripe fig.
It seems like something out of a fairy tale too incredible to be true, but there are parts of the world (some even on our own continent, but in this case beautiful Provence, France) where you can walk up to a tree, pick a plump purple fig, and enjoy it on a splendid sunny day, while standing in an olive farm parking lot.
Hmmm...will they tell us next, that dates grow on trees and anchovies swim in the sea?