The other day I went to a seminar and on arrival was ushered to the area for people like me … the cheapskates who’d taken up the free ticket offer. When I sat down I was confronted with this image which got me pondering …
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VIP seating © The Ponder Room
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At first I pondered about my inadequacy, which rapidly turned into the question … what does it take to be a VIP?
In this instance the answer would appear to be … a roll of red tape, a piece of card with three initials stamped on it and some sticky tape. But would this be enough of a divide to satisfy my fellow attendees who’d paid a princely sum for VIP seating?
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VIP seat © The Ponder Room
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One day, if I’m very good, I might just make it to the other side of the tape, and oh what a day that will be, what a ponderous life will open up before me.
Until then I’ll be content sitting one row back, taking in the same information and pondering that the consumder psyche truly is a beguiling creature.
Could this be the best use of red tape?
