Stickers stuck on cars
stuck on with satisfaction
now just want it off
What is the motivation that drives a person to stick a 50 cent sticky piece of paper on their car?
When they stepped back to admire their work, how much satisfaction did they feel that they were now identified to the world by their honor roll student, their favorite team, their running prowess or the last person they voted for.
Then the next term, their honor roll student flakes out.
Their team loses.
They blow out a knee on their last 13.1.
The person they voted for, well, didn’t work out.
They remove the sticker, or at least, try to remove the sticker.
Consider the original message.
I am proud of my student.
I love my team.
See how far I can run.
All the way with LBJ!
Now consider the message of a faded, torn, ragged edged, frayed and half removed sticker.
My kid didn’t make it this year.
Stupid team, stupid coach.
Haven’t run for awhile, blew out my knee.
If you vote for a clown, better expect a circus.
My question is, which message is louder?
Which message will last longer?
Think about this the next time the sticker is fresh in your hands.
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