I recently updated to a fancy-pants Gmail account. My hotmail account that I had created in middle school—that is creatively a parody combining my nick name and the Nike slogan—just didn't give me that same feeling of exhilaration once I had to use it to email professors, not to mention anybody over the age of 14.
I haven't had the heart to get rid of it just yet. It comes in handy for various things here and there, but I recently noticed and felt like somebody was trying to tell me something more regarding this issue. You see, every once in I while I get emails that promote Viagra. Obviously this is not a market I have any interest in so I figured these emails must have a multi-layered meaning. I think I have finally figured out what these viagra hawkers are getting at: your email address is old, and that's why we think you're old and possibly interested in these products...Oh! And you must be poor, because this stuff is only $1.
Like many things in my life, I only wish I could have heard about this--a thing in my life that was embarrassing that I should have changed sooner--from one of my friends instead of the internet.
Saturday
The Economics of Milkshakes
I took Econ 110. Don't believe it? Here's some economics for you:
Phillip and I have an increasing marginal propensity to consume milkshakes. If it is available, it is ours. Yesterday Phillip and I celebrated a "second highest test score in the class" with some well-deserved calorie saturated burgers. A medium Butterfinger milkshake usually accompanies burger and fries; however, yesterday no milkshake was ordered. We ate our burgers without the anticipation of a sweet treat to look forward to.
As we were leaving I looked over to Phillip and said, "Wait, I have to do something." He followed me to the register where we ordered earlier. The same young man who took our original order was waiting there.
"Can we get Jr. shake and can you not make it yet but instead give it to the next family that comes in?"
He looked at me a little confused.
"I just want to give the next family that comes in a jr. shake, is that okay?" I explained again.
"Absolutely," he replied with a smile on his face, "what flavor do you want it to be?"
"Whatever they want."
"We'll if they get Recess or Butterfinger then it costs extra, is why I am asking," he told us.
How could I deprive this family that I will never know or ever meet of the option of getting Butterfinger? I couldn't.
"We'll pay the extra just in case they want Butterfinger," I explained.
"We'll great, that will be $2.84. Do you want me to tell them who it was from?" he said.
"No. No. Just tell them that somebody earlier paid for jr.shake and they can have it. Don't forget okay?"
"Don't worry I won't," he assured me with the same smile on his face,"Thank you."
Then we left.
Here's some more economics: buying a complete stranger a Jr. milkshake is a positive externality. Not only did I feel happy after, but Phillip told me that he felt good even though he wasn't the one who bought the milkshake. I am pretty sure the guy who took the order was happy too. I'll probably never know, but I can bet that the family who was surprised with a prepaid Jr. milkshake was thrilled.
"I am really glad we did that instead of getting a milkshake for ourselves," Phillip shared.
"Me too," I said.
"By the way, that's coming out of your clothes budget," he said.
The End
Phillip and I have an increasing marginal propensity to consume milkshakes. If it is available, it is ours. Yesterday Phillip and I celebrated a "second highest test score in the class" with some well-deserved calorie saturated burgers. A medium Butterfinger milkshake usually accompanies burger and fries; however, yesterday no milkshake was ordered. We ate our burgers without the anticipation of a sweet treat to look forward to.
As we were leaving I looked over to Phillip and said, "Wait, I have to do something." He followed me to the register where we ordered earlier. The same young man who took our original order was waiting there.
"Can we get Jr. shake and can you not make it yet but instead give it to the next family that comes in?"
He looked at me a little confused.
"I just want to give the next family that comes in a jr. shake, is that okay?" I explained again.
"Absolutely," he replied with a smile on his face, "what flavor do you want it to be?"
"Whatever they want."
"We'll if they get Recess or Butterfinger then it costs extra, is why I am asking," he told us.
How could I deprive this family that I will never know or ever meet of the option of getting Butterfinger? I couldn't.
"We'll pay the extra just in case they want Butterfinger," I explained.
"We'll great, that will be $2.84. Do you want me to tell them who it was from?" he said.
"No. No. Just tell them that somebody earlier paid for jr.shake and they can have it. Don't forget okay?"
"Don't worry I won't," he assured me with the same smile on his face,"Thank you."
Then we left.
Here's some more economics: buying a complete stranger a Jr. milkshake is a positive externality. Not only did I feel happy after, but Phillip told me that he felt good even though he wasn't the one who bought the milkshake. I am pretty sure the guy who took the order was happy too. I'll probably never know, but I can bet that the family who was surprised with a prepaid Jr. milkshake was thrilled.
"I am really glad we did that instead of getting a milkshake for ourselves," Phillip shared.
"Me too," I said.
"By the way, that's coming out of your clothes budget," he said.
The End
Sunday
Epiphanies
On August 7, 2008, I to started a blog--solely because the idea came to me at one moment, one day, one year ago. That's all it took.
Another insight came to me about a year ago as well. After 2 semesters full of drawing and sculpture classes and one study abroad in Italy saturated with oil painting, water colors, focaccia bread, and photography I decided to major in business. It was a big change.
Yesterday I decided to change the look of my blog. I decided to change a lot of things yesterday.
More changes to come.
Another insight came to me about a year ago as well. After 2 semesters full of drawing and sculpture classes and one study abroad in Italy saturated with oil painting, water colors, focaccia bread, and photography I decided to major in business. It was a big change.
Yesterday I decided to change the look of my blog. I decided to change a lot of things yesterday.
More changes to come.
Saturday
Stephanie: 1 Grammar Test: 0
Dear Grammar Test:
You were a hindrance to my Saturday and I can never forgive you for that. I entered the testing center at 2:00 p.m. and walked out at 3:40 p.m. Nevertheless, I prevailed against you and your incessant probing. Can you sleep at night knowing that you prey on and pressure the innocent? Forcing me to give in to that chocolate-chocolate-cake sprinkle doughnut as my only outlet. Psh. How do you live with yourself knowing that your only purpose is to pass judgment? Don't answer that.
In the beginning everything between us was simple. Then you became so complex, so compound, so self-centered. You were once so active; now you are passive. It was a 1-way relationship by the end my friend. Here are some things you failed to do:
xoxo
Stephanie
You were a hindrance to my Saturday and I can never forgive you for that. I entered the testing center at 2:00 p.m. and walked out at 3:40 p.m. Nevertheless, I prevailed against you and your incessant probing. Can you sleep at night knowing that you prey on and pressure the innocent? Forcing me to give in to that chocolate-chocolate-cake sprinkle doughnut as my only outlet. Psh. How do you live with yourself knowing that your only purpose is to pass judgment? Don't answer that.
In the beginning everything between us was simple. Then you became so complex, so compound, so self-centered. You were once so active; now you are passive. It was a 1-way relationship by the end my friend. Here are some things you failed to do:
- Give warm feelings
- Have Sympathy
- Show any sign of love whatsoever
- Not give me a headache
xoxo
Stephanie
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