Few tasks are more mundane than ordering new checks online. Confirm address. Yes. Select basic check style. Yes. Default printing options. Yes. I’ve never been one to select checks with color, printed patterns or photos of baby seals. The superfluous decoration seems to mess with what a check is all about–moving money from point A to point B.
I clicked through to the free checkbook cover options. Black. Almost always black. Occasionally the Bank of America blue with the white logo.
I saw a leopard print option–on genuine leather. Dead cow, right on! I selected genuine leather with leopard print. At no extra cost. Leopard print. As small as a decision that may be, it is a step out on the wild side for me.
The only leopard designated item I have ever owned was the Mac OS X 10.5 Leopard installation CD. That doesn’t exactly count.
I have only ever owned a Mercury Tracer, a Subaru Outback and a Honda Civic. I have never pimped out my ride. Never had fuzzy dice, leopard skin covers or mag wheels. Nothing of the sort. Maybe I should.
I have never pierced my ears, my belly button or any other body part. Don’t have any tattoos. Though tattoos and earrings are hardly walking on the wild side anymore. Didn’t Disneyland open up a tattoo section of their theme park? Children’s arms must be at least 18″ long. So conservative.
Most likely, I’ll never get a tattoo. I like tattoos. I just like seeing them on other people.
This last March, I became seriously ill. I had the stomach flu and a nasty cold at the same time. I didn’t eat, shave, get a tattoo or really do much of anything besides sleep for an entire week. At the end of the week, I decided to partially shave. I figured, I was partially well, so I would partially shave. The scraggily little stuff appeared cute to Jill. “I like it. How long are you going to keep it?” If Jill likes something, we are pretty much going to keep it. I think that’s how many couples end up with a garage full of stuff.
Going to work, paying the bills, trying to avoid the angry guy in the BMW, these are not moments that say, “I am alive.” In the midst of the mundane, in the face of the illness of predictability, it’s good to click on the unusual option from time to time. I picked leopard print. You?