From the title of this post, it might sound like I’m having an identity crisis.
“I have a seven-year-old; I’m young!”
“I just looked at my license; oh, good God, I’m so old!”
But, that’s not what’s happening…........yet.
Anyway, when you assess whether you’re young or old, it’s really about perspective. Actually, life’s really all about perspective. And, yesterday, when I was driving home from the dentist, I was reminded of perspective in my own “Jean-sort-of-way,” of course. (And, is it just me, or does "Jean-sort-of-way" need a wiki page?!)
I was a bit peeved as I drove to work. I think emotion can alter your perspective somewhat; however, sometimes when things seem a little off, it's good to have friends to give you their perspective. And, if they're really good friends, they will say, "I love you, but you're frickin' crazy!"
Anyway, earlier, my dentist was trying to guilt me into two crowns that came with a $3000, give or take a few hundred dollars, co-pay. My two cracked upper molars had not been bothering me at all. And, I did give up atomic fireballs after I got the first crown on my lower molar; alas, I was a cruncher!
My dentist asked me if I wanted to do any “intervention.” Just then, given past experiences and this one, it dawned on me that he didn’t really care about my teeth or me most importantly. He just wanted to make a few bucks when I didn’t have a few bucks.
I wanted to reply, “You’re too late, Dude; I already kicked the atomic habit!” Instead, I said, “No, not at this time.” Before I got to the period in that sentence, he had already begun to reply.
In a rather perturbed and defensive manner he said, “I just see what I see, so I have to say it.” The last time I was there he said, “We’ll watch those and see if they get any worse.” It was funny how he went to “watching” them to “strongly suggesting” I do something when I had no issues around them nor had he said that they had gotten any worse; and, as of yesterday, he is no longer my dentist.
As I sat there at a stop light, grumbling about what I should have said to my dentist in the moment, I had nothing else to look at besides the big truck in front of me. As some of you know, I like signs. I also like looking at the backs of trunks, which, I guess, is sometimes like looking at a sign.
So, here’s what I saw:
When I looked lower and more closely, I said, “What is that URL?!?!?!!?”
I laughed out loud. I shook my head and said, “Okay that can’t be right.” I looked toward the top of the trunk and finally saw the company’s name, which was Braun's Express.
Okay, when you looked at that initially, did you read the URL as:
1) Braun Sex Press (like I did)
2) Braun’s Express (like the company wanted you to)
3) Bdddrddadddunscvcxvcxexsssxprssdsassdss (because you weren’t wearing your reading glasses)
Hence, this is what reminded me of the young woman-old woman optical illusion. Before I looked at company name, I wondered, “Was this the company that distributed Playgirl, Cosmopolitan, and National Geographic?” Why National Geographic? Well, like other youngsters of my generation, that’s the first place I ever saw a woman’s breasts.
Anyway, never mind perspective, if I were the CEO of that company I might have chosen a different web address or renamed the company, especially for people like me who might lose some of their perspective after coming from the dentist a tad pissed off……………with a sudden craving for……………an atomic fireball……………to CRUNCH! ♥
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