With that in mind, I created a billboard message in my sleep
last night based on my son’s recent dream involving cows organizing a “moo d’état”—a
Far Side invasion into the deep recessions of his mind. Since lots of folks
know that a coup d’état means overthrow, but don’t necessarily know how to
spell it, I figured those uneducated,
oft-misspelling cows played right into this. This is how the billboard would
play out:
THER HAZ BIN A MOO-DAY-TAH. COWS ROOL. EAT MOR CHIKIN.
Now, is that not brilliant?! Just think of the moolah I could make—well, if unsolicited ideas were accepted, that is. I had even formulated a letter demanding payment; if they didn't pay up, they’d face the moooooo-sic. Of course, I would have signed the letter “Standing on the side of cows” or “Moooooooooove aside, Mad Men,” depending on my mood.
Instead, here I am, my idea rising to the top of the milk
bucket like cream, while Chick-Fil-A pushes it aside to go for the skim.
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