Escargot

After reading I want x2, wherein I comment on test driving the bullet-fast Tesla Model S P85D, my lifelong friend emailed me and commented:

Just be glad that you can’t afford it, because everybody will call you a snail …

… they’ll say “Look at that escargot!”

:-)

Now you know where my pun-ishing skills come from.

How Much is Enough: A Story from Jimmy John’s

cb:

I had been meaning to blog this for a while, but David Cummings saved me the trouble … and beat me to it (by a year or more). :-)
Note that ‘lfrank’ comments:
This is a Kenny Chesney song called “The Life”

Originally posted on David Cummings on Startups:

Two weeks ago I was at Jimmy John’s in Buckhead near my house and there was a sign on the wall with a parable (see photo I took from iPhone to the right). Here is the story titled How Much is Enough:

The American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.

The Mexican replied, “only a little while.”

The American then asked why he didn’t stay out longer and catch more fish?

The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs.

The American then asked, “but what do you do with the rest of your time?”

The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late…

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Stay and Change It

cb:

In college I had no interest in joining a fraternity. I was a “rugged individualist” who could and would make it on my own.
Now some 40 years later, I sometimes ponder the implications of paths not taken.

The lesson of this story applies to every aspect of personal, social, and business relationships.

Originally posted on Storyshucker:

A passenger on the bus this morning finished a phone call as he sat down beside me.

“Nope. All I got in my fraternity was hung over.” he said.

I remembered a hangover from my fraternity days, but that wasn’t all I got. I also got an excellent piece of advice.

I didn’t want to join a fraternity. The last thing I needed was to squeeze frat parties into a busy class schedule. However, a friend whose reverse idea was to squeeze classes into a busy party schedule somehow convinced me.

The next thing I knew, I was wearing a toga.

Prior to that were weeks of pledging. I’ve never enjoyed being told what to do, when, how often, and where – all while being criticized – and requests from the brothers were constant. Check in at the frat house, go on scavenger hunts, paint a room, make posters for…

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