I'm a curious person. I like to figure out how things work, and I like to understand what words mean. I don't pretend like I know everything about everything, but I do usually pay attention when I hear new tidbits of information. It's a trait that has served me well over the years, but every once in a while, it comes back to bite me in the butt. This is a story about one of those times.
To lay the groundwork for how this came to be, let me back up about half a year. I was talking to a friend of mine, and she asked if I wanted to go a firearm course. I'd only been to the range once before, so I was intrigued by the concept. My friend just so happened to sign up for the class through one of those social deal websites, where you can get a discount if several people also bought the same deal. So, I signed up for an account. This was where it all started.
The class was a decent use of an afternoon, though I did end up wishing that we'd had more time to shoot at the range. However, because I had signed up for the web site, I ended up getting more emails from them. Normally, I would have just flat out ignored them all, and maybe even blocked them all as junk email. However, one of the deals that came out shortly after this gun shooting class was one for a two hour flying/pilot class. That sounds like something that'd be fun as heck to try, doesn't it? Well, I thought so, so I paid my money and hopped in to a cockpit for a couple of hours. It was a fun time, so I decided to give the emails coming from this website a chance. There might be a few more hidden gems in there, after all.
Anyhow, the result of all of these adventures was that I now received daily emails about some sale or another. And like I said, I actually bothered to pay attention to them. This is how I came across one that said, "Brazilian Blowout." Now, if you were like me, you had no idea what that meant, but you could probably guess that this wasn't meant for guys. The only other "Brazilian" anything I knew of definitely didn't sound like my idea of a good time, so I quickly deleted the email and went about my business.
Months later, I was having lunch with a female friend of mine. She mentioned that she wanted to change the way her hair looked, and she was thinking of getting a Brazilian Blowout. Oh. THAT'S what the email was all about months ago. Of course, because I have a quirky memory and I tend to keep my language pretty plain, I said, out loud, "Oh. THAT'S what the email was all about months ago." See, in my constant quest to piece together knowledge, I had remembered the email and realized that they were selling a hair cut of sorts. Had I not cared, I probably wouldn't have remembered, nor would I have had that very audible "aha!" moment.
Of course, this was one my friends I was talking about, so she looked at me funny for a second. Then, she asked what the heck I was doing getting emails about Brazilian Blowouts. By then, it was far too late. I calmly, truthfully, and succinctly explained my side of the story. She listened, nodded, and then proceeded to make fun of me for the rest of the meal. She wasn't going to let me live it down for a while.
It was at that exact moment when she started teasing me that I remember thinking, "you know, sometimes, a little too much knowledge can be a bad thing."
To lay the groundwork for how this came to be, let me back up about half a year. I was talking to a friend of mine, and she asked if I wanted to go a firearm course. I'd only been to the range once before, so I was intrigued by the concept. My friend just so happened to sign up for the class through one of those social deal websites, where you can get a discount if several people also bought the same deal. So, I signed up for an account. This was where it all started.
The class was a decent use of an afternoon, though I did end up wishing that we'd had more time to shoot at the range. However, because I had signed up for the web site, I ended up getting more emails from them. Normally, I would have just flat out ignored them all, and maybe even blocked them all as junk email. However, one of the deals that came out shortly after this gun shooting class was one for a two hour flying/pilot class. That sounds like something that'd be fun as heck to try, doesn't it? Well, I thought so, so I paid my money and hopped in to a cockpit for a couple of hours. It was a fun time, so I decided to give the emails coming from this website a chance. There might be a few more hidden gems in there, after all.
Anyhow, the result of all of these adventures was that I now received daily emails about some sale or another. And like I said, I actually bothered to pay attention to them. This is how I came across one that said, "Brazilian Blowout." Now, if you were like me, you had no idea what that meant, but you could probably guess that this wasn't meant for guys. The only other "Brazilian" anything I knew of definitely didn't sound like my idea of a good time, so I quickly deleted the email and went about my business.
Months later, I was having lunch with a female friend of mine. She mentioned that she wanted to change the way her hair looked, and she was thinking of getting a Brazilian Blowout. Oh. THAT'S what the email was all about months ago. Of course, because I have a quirky memory and I tend to keep my language pretty plain, I said, out loud, "Oh. THAT'S what the email was all about months ago." See, in my constant quest to piece together knowledge, I had remembered the email and realized that they were selling a hair cut of sorts. Had I not cared, I probably wouldn't have remembered, nor would I have had that very audible "aha!" moment.
Of course, this was one my friends I was talking about, so she looked at me funny for a second. Then, she asked what the heck I was doing getting emails about Brazilian Blowouts. By then, it was far too late. I calmly, truthfully, and succinctly explained my side of the story. She listened, nodded, and then proceeded to make fun of me for the rest of the meal. She wasn't going to let me live it down for a while.
It was at that exact moment when she started teasing me that I remember thinking, "you know, sometimes, a little too much knowledge can be a bad thing."
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