“A Sicilian never refuses a favor on the day of his daughter’s wedding. Ask whatever you want.”
“Great. My daughter Shelly is selling Girl Scout cookies and she’s way
behind in sales to a girl named Becky in her troop. Top salesgirl gets
to meet Sting and make fun of him any way they want to. It really means a
lot to Shelly to do that, sir.” “I understand. I will buy however many cookies Shelly needs to beat that Becky girl. No problem.” “Oh, really? I was just gonna have you
kill Becky and her whole family, but I guess buying the cookies works
too. She needs to sell 5,493 boxes. At $5 a box, that’s $27,465.” “Fine. Let me write a check.” “Really? Are you sure? I’m sure you can get Becky and her family killed for $20,000 max. Hell, I’d do it for $15,000.” “It won’t be necessary. Here is the check.” “Oh. Alright then. Thanks!” “Next!” The woman left the room. A minute later, a little girl entered. “Hi, I’m Becky.” “Let me guess, you want me to buy your Girl Scout cookies?” “No, I want you to kill me and my whole family.” The wedding was beautiful.
A co-worker of mine has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer that has spread to his liver. This person and I were close and bonded over our backgrounds in music. We talked for hours about Baroque era music and about spirituality. My heart is broken to have learned this awful news.
If you have a moment, please keep my colleague in your thoughts and send vibes that he will not suffer long as his prognosis isn’t promising at all. Sending “healing” vibes would be a fruitless endeavor.