Surprise… It’s bubble gum!
April 15, 2009
Have you ever had a day when everything seemed to be going great? You were in the zone; everything was going according to plan. From one project to the next meeting to the grocery store without a hitch, and you are feeling good. Today you are not Clark Kent you are Superman! No meeting is too long, no project too big, no grocery aisle too strong to make you buy one thing not on your list; you are King or Queen for the day.
Just when your confidence is at it’s peak, surprise… you just stepped in bubble gum! I tell you few things will kill a buzz faster than bubble gum on your shoe. I believe there is a universal reaction to stepping in bubble gum. First your motion is slowed because your foot is stuck to the ground. Then there is the look of pure repugnance, the hatred for not only the gum but also the person who left the gum. Followed by the social commentary on the quality of the offenders’ parents, specifically the mother that did not teach this inconsiderate person not to throw gum on the ground!
By now your pulse is racing and you are frantically looking for a curb or something that will allow you to scrape off the gum without actually having to touch it. Everyone knows that the number one gross-out item is touching someone else’s used bubble gum. Yuck times three! You’ve found an edge and are now scraping the shoe with such force that sparks are coming off the rubber. It’s starting to smell like a NASCAR race! Convinced that there is no longer gum on the bottom of your shoe you try to move on.
But you can't. Everyone also knows that the gum does not come off with the first scraping, so you repeat the NASCAR step and continue to repeat until most of the offensive substance is removed.
You started the day as Superman and now you’ve gone right past Clark Kent and straight to Pigpen. You’re breathing heavy from all the anger and scraping, you’re disheveled and you have probably ruined a good pair of shoes. You’re exhausted you’re confidence level is lower than the curb you’ve just been scraping and you make a decision to go back into the grocery store and march directly to the ice cream aisle. For if ever a day deserved ice cream, it is today!
Have you ever had a day when everything seemed to be going great? You were in the zone; everything was going according to plan. From one project to the next meeting to the grocery store without a hitch, and you are feeling good. Today you are not Clark Kent you are Superman! No meeting is too long, no project too big, no grocery aisle too strong to make you buy one thing not on your list; you are King or Queen for the day.
Just when your confidence is at it’s peak, surprise… you just stepped in bubble gum! I tell you few things will kill a buzz faster than bubble gum on your shoe. I believe there is a universal reaction to stepping in bubble gum. First your motion is slowed because your foot is stuck to the ground. Then there is the look of pure repugnance, the hatred for not only the gum but also the person who left the gum. Followed by the social commentary on the quality of the offenders’ parents, specifically the mother that did not teach this inconsiderate person not to throw gum on the ground!
By now your pulse is racing and you are frantically looking for a curb or something that will allow you to scrape off the gum without actually having to touch it. Everyone knows that the number one gross-out item is touching someone else’s used bubble gum. Yuck times three! You’ve found an edge and are now scraping the shoe with such force that sparks are coming off the rubber. It’s starting to smell like a NASCAR race! Convinced that there is no longer gum on the bottom of your shoe you try to move on.
But you can't. Everyone also knows that the gum does not come off with the first scraping, so you repeat the NASCAR step and continue to repeat until most of the offensive substance is removed.
You started the day as Superman and now you’ve gone right past Clark Kent and straight to Pigpen. You’re breathing heavy from all the anger and scraping, you’re disheveled and you have probably ruined a good pair of shoes. You’re exhausted you’re confidence level is lower than the curb you’ve just been scraping and you make a decision to go back into the grocery store and march directly to the ice cream aisle. For if ever a day deserved ice cream, it is today!
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