So my wife runs her own little business, and from time to time she comes to me for advice for product names. She has this new one that she’s marketing to breastfeeding moms, which is a cream they’d apply to their, um, nipples to keep them…I guess…supple. Within a couple of minutes, I had two ideas that were of course met with much chortling:
boob lube (taken)
bosom balm (taken)
And then a quick look in a thesaurus gave me:
teat tallow (NOT taken, although my wife’s comment on that name: “LOL…what are we going to do with you?”)
So I guess what I thought were inventive naming skills aren’t so inventive afterall. But I still got “Tush Cush”…Aw dammit, that’s taken too…
Luckily there are down times, though it’s near impossible to relax. When will it happen next? Who knows. It’s easy to confuse being paranoid with these events, as they’re not terribly different from one another.
Did everyone else miss the priest’s hand pushing the statue?
Maybe he was just tired from doing lots of sales stuff all day, but here’s a conversation I had with a co-worker over the phone today:
Sales guy: I can’t dial out with my new laptop. It says I don’t have a dialtone. (Note: He was calling me on his cellphone)
Me: Did you plug in the phone cord into the smaller jack in the back of the laptop?
Sales guy: Oh I need to plug that in? I thought you said I had wireless!
Me: Do you have a wireless router at home?
Sales guy: ….well, no.
Me (playing nice): OK, you can’t use wireless without a wireless router, so use your phoneline like you always have.
Sales guy: ….oh. (shuffling around) Um…
His wife (in the background): Yadda yadda…so anyway…yadda yadda…
Sales guy: Well something’s not right because I can hear someone talking on the line when I try to dial!
Me: Is someone using the phone?
His wife (in the background): Yadda yadda…yeah really, so…yadda yadda…
Sales guy: Um…oh wait…I…oh let me just…um…OK that should fix it.
Me (wanting him to admit he’s an idiot): Is it working?
Sales guy: ….yeah.
Me: Go ahead and dial so I know it’s working.
Sales guy: ….oh…um…
His wife (in the background): Yadda yadda…
Sales guy: Nah you’ve done enough, I’m sure it’ll work now.
Me: You’re SURE now?
Sales guy: Yeah Thanks! *click*
Me (slurping coffee): *snicker*
Egads! It looks like Mount St. Helens has been overcome by 10-billion gallons of seltzer! Run for your lives!