Other crazy shit from the 1950s

We had candy cigarettes we could pretend to smoke before we ate them.

Fake cigarettes that would puff smoke so we could practice smoking and look cool.

And bubble gum cigarettes we could pretend to smoke before we chewed them.

“Grooming” is the word that comes to mind.  We were children being groomed to be future tobacco consumers.

Satisfaction Guarantee

That’s what we offer at our company.  It reads like this:

If you ever feel Taylor, Roth and Company’s price exceeds the value of the services we have provided, pay only the value you perceive for that service.

We maintain that we are very good at what we do, our fees make sense, and the value will be apparent.  If you don’t agree, we won’t protest.  We won’t litigate.  We don’t need, or want, to be paid if we don’t perform.

I submit that every superstar-athlete contract should include that same language.

Merry Christmas

Remote get-togethers with Matt and his family; and Becky and her family, including Taylor from England.

Last week we decided on a ham for Christmas dinner.  We placed our order online.  We specified a small ham.

Cute, right?  The potato was bigger than the ham!    😊

Turned out that was plenty of ham for just we two.

Merry Christmas everybody!