Forget that. Back to the Cs. It was suggested to me that I connect up the idea of Corinthian leather to a commercial to a commercial to my TJMaxx customers. I accept the challenge!
As TJMaxx's cashier I've met all kinds of people. When they bring you clothes they're purchasing (let me tell you, they bring you clothes, anywhere from $100 to $500 dollar's worth!) you have time to chat.
Every garment from infants' 2-piece sets, to men's underwear, to teens' prom dresses will have a hanger to disengage, a security tag to unpin, and a price tag to wrangle for scanning.
This gives you time. Time to visit about the pleasantries of the weather, ask about the kid chewing on the price tag she's about to hand you with all it's gooey wetness and DNA sample, tell a joke, and even inquire as to their ancestry since they're speaking a foreign language.
It can be a hassle; sometimes a customer only knows the word "kay", short for okay. Sometimes they only know please, thank you and excuse me. Sometimes they just hand gesture and look at you like you're a nitwit 'cause you obviously don't understand that your job includes understanding me!
Oh, the stories I could write! But I won't. I'm here to connect up the C's.
Here in little ol' Noblesville where Heywood Banks once said it best, "the preppies live next door to the rednecks", now it's our farmers selling out and the Hindu Indians moving in, I've had Mexican, German, Spanish, Puerto Rican, Asian Indian, Muslim, Bosnian, and Corinthian customers. I know because I've asked them. Remember? We've time to visit.
When a customer said they're from Greece, my ears perked up and I made eye contact, "Oh? I have a Corinthian brother-in-law." And.....you get that blank "you nitwit" look. Oh, boy. They must not speak English.
But no, they don't know where Corinth is -- in their own country! Are you kidding me?! Everyone I know knows where Corinth is. We learned that in seventh grade when studying the countries of the world and their capitals.
Maybe I should've went with the theme of nitwits.
Remember the old commercial with Ricardo Montalban selling us the goodness of a Chrysler Cordoba? In the first place a 1979 Cordoba wasn't a desirable car. In the second place Corinthian leather was an advertising-invented term!
Thirdly Cordoba's in Spain, and fourthly, the Cordoba emblem was a version of an Argentinan coin. How ethnically mixed up can an ad agency get?
On to the other commercial. Now this one makes you smile. I love the "FarmersOnly.com" brand just because I grew up on a farm. Pride makes me straighten my spine and raise my chin, "Yah! Farmers Only! Yah!"
A young girl sipping a drink, sitting in convertible next to preppy guy, gets out her cell phone saying, "I gotta find a country boy." Next scene. She's waving goodbye as "country boy" drives her away in a mud splattered 4 wheel drive white pickup. Why? And here's the final C connection: Her preppy date had admonished, "Coffee? Not on my Corinthian leather!"
~~Pamela~
"Enter into his gates with thanksgiving,
into his courts with praise:
be thankful unto him, bless his name."
Good morning God and friends.
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