Over the past few months I’ve come to know a customer of mine fairly well. At least as well as you can know anyone you see several times a week but never for more than five minutes at a time. His name is Dino.
Dino orders everything on the menu, but not all at once. For some reason “something” always seems to happen and Dino’s order takes a little bit longer to prepare. It doesn’t seem to matter what it is he orders. Lucky for you, you aren’t Dino!
Anyway, whenever I see him, I think of Dino from the Flintstones. Then I think about how my senior class decorated a hallway of my high school around the theme of “The Flintstones Meet The Jetsons” for homecoming. We went all out. In the middle of the hall there was a fog machine that accidentally set off the fire alarms.
Let me back track for a moment- my high school has a tradition where each class decorates a hallway of the school with the theme of their choosing during homecoming week. It’s a competition, and the seniors ALWAYS win. There’s also a powder puff football game, and again, the seniors ALWAYS win.
So, where was I? That’s right, the fire alarm went off. The fire department came. All the hallways were deemed to be fire hazards. Certain administrative types were bent out of shape. That afternoon the seniors didn’t win the powder puff football game. That evening, during a pep rally, the winning class hallway was announced. Again, the seniors didn’t win. A very large portion of my class walked out of the rally.
The next morning a very large recreation of Dino (the dinosaur not my customer) stood in one of my high school’s court yards. The only way he could possibly have arrived there was via the roof.
I’ll tell you what, if a larger than life version of Dino my customer had turned up in the courtyard, that would have been strange. Of course, I’d only now be realizing just how strange it was, as seven years ago I would have had no idea who the over-sized figure in the courtyard represented.