copyright Marie Gail Stratford
New marketing director Kyle Ramsey stood up in the conference room. “I have a brilliant new marketing campaign. Considering 90% of our product is purchased by white people, from now on, we will market exclusively to white people. We’ll save millions!”
His colleagues stared at him, aghast.
Kyle started to sweat.
Then one woman smiled. “Ah, I see. This is an April Fool’s joke.”
Kyle looked at the date. Oh, thank God. “You got me! Haha, April Fools! Meeting over!” The others laughed dutifully. Kyle quickly closed the PowerPoint detailing his manically ill-conceived marketing campaign and fled the room.
A couple things before the story:
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Second, last weekend I took a trip down to Kansas City and met with Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Marie Gail Stratford. It was a great chance to chat about writing and other random things. Hopefully I can get the chance to meet other Fictioneers down the road sometime.
Now, on with the story. I waffled a lot on this picture before settling on this story. Click the links if you don’t get the references.
“I did the Dew.” His hands trembled. “Nike made me. ‘Just do it,’ they kept whispering.
“Volkswagen told me to Think Small, so I sold my house and lived in a cardboard box. IMAX told me to Think Big, so now I live in a refrigerator box. I only eat McDonald’s hamburgers.”
“Because you’re loving it?”
He nodded. “I ate 82 yesterday.”
“Impossible is nothing.” He shuddered. “I need help.”
“I might not be the best one for that,” I said, producing a brochure. “But if you get a car again, remember: you’re in good hands with Allstate.”