Crumplers and Sharks
As I walked around TriNoma today with some friends, I noticed the Crumpler Store there was already open.
I walked in and was greeted by friendly staff. They allowed me to browse their merchandise more intently that what I am used to. They were also very convincing. They almost convinced me to buy a laptop bag worth about two month's minimum wage.
They better be friendly and convincing, I figured, because I think I could pay for all their salaries and the store overhead for the day if I purchased even their least expensive bag.
Well, almost. I figured, I really did not need the bag and/or I need the money I would have spent on it for more important things. And I do have a more than adequate bag (actually, I have two: the Targus neoprene bag that came with Scarlett and a medium-sized Samsonite Sahora backpack).
Someday, probably, when I have money to burn.
Just finished watching the second episode of Shark. I actually dozed off when I got back home today (I was dead tired when I got back, because I walked off my anguish about the Crumpler bag). Fortunately, I set my wonderful new TV to turn itself on at the appointed time and I remembered to park the TV at the correct channel before it turned itself off.
I was particularly struck by the final scene between Stark and his daughter.
"I am your father," Stark said.
"Yeah, but I don't trust you."
Woah! That's hard to swallow but true. Even if Stark has been with his daughter for a longer time. Or has taken care of her since birth. We still have to earn our children's trust.
I'm beginning to wonder if I will have a similar conversation with Bea in the future...
Anyway, have a pleasant long weekend. Holiday economics at work, again. As if it works.
I walked in and was greeted by friendly staff. They allowed me to browse their merchandise more intently that what I am used to. They were also very convincing. They almost convinced me to buy a laptop bag worth about two month's minimum wage.
They better be friendly and convincing, I figured, because I think I could pay for all their salaries and the store overhead for the day if I purchased even their least expensive bag.
Well, almost. I figured, I really did not need the bag and/or I need the money I would have spent on it for more important things. And I do have a more than adequate bag (actually, I have two: the Targus neoprene bag that came with Scarlett and a medium-sized Samsonite Sahora backpack).
Someday, probably, when I have money to burn.
xxx
Just finished watching the second episode of Shark. I actually dozed off when I got back home today (I was dead tired when I got back, because I walked off my anguish about the Crumpler bag). Fortunately, I set my wonderful new TV to turn itself on at the appointed time and I remembered to park the TV at the correct channel before it turned itself off.
I was particularly struck by the final scene between Stark and his daughter.
"I am your father," Stark said.
"Yeah, but I don't trust you."
Woah! That's hard to swallow but true. Even if Stark has been with his daughter for a longer time. Or has taken care of her since birth. We still have to earn our children's trust.
I'm beginning to wonder if I will have a similar conversation with Bea in the future...
Anyway, have a pleasant long weekend. Holiday economics at work, again. As if it works.
transcription by Punzi @ 10:39 PM
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