I was going to write about how David took me out for my birthday and said I should feel free to order anything I want and even though there was lobster as one of the specials I didn’t order it so I deserve a pat on the back but something happened that made me put that pat on hold.
I looked on Facebook and there I saw the following:
2013 Creative Pay-It-Forward: The first five people to comment on this status will receive from me, sometime in the next calendar year, a gift — perhaps a book, or cookies or candy, or a candle, music — a surprise. There will likely be no warning and it will happen whenever the mood strikes me. The catch? Those five people must make the same offer in their FB status.
This was posted by the sweetest person I’ve ever met. I even referred to her as one of the gifts I got from writing a blog. Her name is Tammy.
First of all I don’t know five people who wouldn’t punch my lights out for making them be nice to five other people, except Tammy that is.
Second I’m not about to go out and buy, then wrap then walk to the post office to mail five presents.
And I looked at the choices, cookies, a candle, candy, well maybe a hershey bar but books don’t grow on trees (actually they do but for the sake of argument they don’t). I actually could do music. I have a shitload of dave’s cd’s that I could pass on to someone but again, that entails walking, wrapping and mailing.And if they’re waiting for “the mood to strike me” then they better pull up a chair.
Now let’s look at the “first five people to comment” thing. It’s one thing if the first five people were say, my cousin Barbara or Julie, or Liz or my sister or Susan. I wouldn’t mind sending them a gift, well I would mind but I’d do it.
But what if one of the five is the sister of some kid I knew from P.S. 81 who somehow found me on Facebook?
Generous? Thy name ain’t Mattie.
And to show how truly crappy I am, I’m talking about this on my blog rather than on Facebook because when I counted the number of responses I noticed that though there were seven comments, only four of them were valid. The other three were from Tammy saying how happy she was that these people were as nice as she is. Those are my words not hers. So I didn’t want to become the fifth person.
And because if I did sign up in error I’d have to do it because not doing it would be like slapping a puppy. No matter how you look at this it’s a lose lose proposition.
So all you people be thankful that there is at least one Tammy for every thousand of me.