Ya know, it’s been one of those things. A thorn in our side, a hang in our nail, a burn on our tongue. Everytime someone says, “How do I contact you guys,” the embarrassment of the cuckold comes crashing down. The music at some overcrowded party, is always blaring as we have to lean in and say,
“I dont have any business cards, but I can give you the website…no, the website! The WEB-SITE! No, SITE! SITE!”
This is followed by a blank stare and nod.
“It’s increase decrease dot com. But there’s a hyphen between increase and decrease! A hyphen! A HYPHEN! Yeah, like a dash! In the middle! Dot com. COM! INCREASE HYPHEN DECREASE DOT COM, spelled all the way out, just like it sounds.”
Again, a blank stare and nod.
(Frustration)
Ahhhhh, but not anymore! Ladies and gents…the card. (insert melodramatic magic here)
and the back…
More than likely, we’ll probably forget to carry them to these crazy parties, so…might as well continue practicing, “HYPHEN!”
But either way, it sure does feel good to have business cards.
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1 suzanne // Apr 17, 2008 at 11:54 pm
Ah! I know exactly what you mean. I’ve also become a master at the speech: “It’s fashion school, but school with a k … I know I know, totally cheesy.”
Or the classic “re-purposing” of coasters or whatever random paper-like materials happen to be in arm’s reach. Because really, who’s going to remember that long web address when they’re half-drunk anyway? Better to write it down.
Where’d you get them done?
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