A few years ago, I was in a college dining hall, and a student organization was selling T-shirts to support themselves. They didn’t actually have the T-shirts on-hand, however. They took your name and money and then, a few days later, after they had enough people lined up to make a cheap bulk purchase from the manufacturer, they would send in their order, and then, at some point in the future, they would call you or send you an email to tell you to come pick it up. This is not a scam; the story doesn’t end after they take your money and vanish. They’d been doing this for years, and everyone got their shirts; no problems. But one student was concerned. He wanted his shirt by a particular date, for some irrelevant reason, but the sellers simply couldn’t make any commitment.
It was at this point that I leaned over and said to my dinner companion, who had been watching this exchange with me, and said “When the student is ready, the T-shirt will appear.”
I probably should have asked if he was Buddhist first, but I doubt I would have made any difference. It was going to come out of my mouth anyway.
And that, my friends, is just one of the very many reasons why I will be reincarnated as a potato bug in my next life. If I’m lucky.
Potato bug…LOL
Comment by scarroll — March 13, 2009 @ 6:07 pm