The holidays are soon over. Can another ‘holiday’ come too soon. According to
the valentine related detritus already on display at the store, the answer is no.
Location : The dark basement of a warehouse located somewhere on the east coast of North America.
From separate entrances three men surreptitiously entered said warehouse. Three men who could be considered traitors to their own gender but loyal to one master. A master who can appear in multiple forms and colors and assume many aliases but all answer to the name of’legal tender’.
The three men are strangers to one another. The location of their pre arranged conclave was chosen during the previous year and only revealed to each of them the previous evening.
Each man introduces himself. There was Harry “Salutations “ Brown, Tony “Coco Bean” Burns and William “Don’t Call Me Shrink” Kowalski.
“Coco Bean. Really?” muttered Salutations Brown.
“Well, it used to be Fat Tony but I felt that played on a false stereotype people may have of us in the confection industry,” responded Coco Bean.
“Sounds sensitive enough,” agreed William, ” besides you go maybe 140 soaking wet.”
“So is it business as usual this year gentleman?” asked Coco Bean.
“Well if by usual you mean that both you guys make with the sweet talk generating expectations that cannot possibly be met and then I swoop in to pick up the pieces ,then yes, business as usual,” replied William.
“Yea , I see no reason to change. Why fix something that has been working for over 1700 years,” said Harry.
“I got to hand it to you Harry,“ said Coco Bean. “Your ancestors in business certainly knew how to craft a legend. Everyone loves a romantic martyr. Especially if he comes bearing chocolate and sticky valentines.”*
“You definitely have the poet in you Salutations. Here is to another banner Valentines Day. Long live the cash machine,” said William as he toasted with a glass of champagne.
“Long live the cash machine,” chimed in Coco Bean and Salutations as they raised their glasses”.
“So what fine location is the gathering next year gentleman?” asked Salutations.
“Hey you know the rules. We don’t choose the place. That is up to unknown others to decide” cautioned William.
“Yea, but I bet it will be someplace dark and dank,” replied Salutations.
“You would think the health care industry is in on the grift,” said Coco Bean.
“Not yet,” replied William. They’ll wakeup, all that sugar has to be creating some new customers for them.”
*Thank you Mr. Costello.