Variety Is Too Spicy
An Armadillo and an Iguana were sitting outside a cafe soaking up the sun on a warm day in the bleak mid-winter.
“I can’t believe we lucked out with such good seats,” said Murray, the Armadillo, “This time of year the snowbirds usually overrun this town.”
“You said it, pal,” replied Tochin, the Iguana, “I tell ya, I’m about sick of these snowbirds always coming down south and ruining our little town for a few months every year.”
Murray and Tochin were long-time residents of their little town. They had seen the snowbird effect up close and over several years. The whole town, sleepy and quaint throughout the warmer years became overrun with glorified tourists who think they know a thing or two because they spend a quarter of the year here.
“The other day, I seen one of these snowbirds tell me we needed to figure out how to get a Crumbl cookie here in town.” Tochin began.
“You don’t say,” replied Murray.
“I sure do say, I told him what’s so special about this Crumbl cookies that make them better than Missy Colemans, big ‘ol cookies that she’s been making for years?” Continued Tochin.
“That’s what I’d want to know!” Murray agreed.
“Oh believe me,” Tochin chortled, “I wasn’t leaving that conversation without an answer.”
Tochin looked off at the beautiful winter sun setting low on the horizon. He couldn’t blame people for trying to exchange the cold and bleak mid-winter for the beautiful, warm, and bleak mid-winter. He just thought folks should show a little more respect to their surroundings and the people who live here the whole year.
“Well, what happened next?” Murray asked, “What did they say about the Crumbl cookies vs. Missy Coleman’s cookies?”
“They said, a little variety never hurt nobody!” Tochin yelled, “Can you believe that? Ain’t nothing wrong with Missy Colemans cookies they just want different cookies!”
“Hey, I tell you one thing, if you’re eating cookies enough that you’re concerned about variety, you’re eating too many cookies!” Murray added.
“Ain’t that the truth!” Tochin agreed, enthusiastically, “I wish you was there to say that to ‘em!”
“Well, what did you say?” Murray asked.
“Well, I just said that makes sense, but too much variety can keep you from deep appreciation if you’re not careful,” Tochin answered.
“Hmm, that makes sense.” Murray agreed.
The two sat together and enjoyed the distant sun setting. A sight they never failed to appreciate fully, no matter how many times they’d seen it before. Even as all the tables in the busy cafe started to fill up around them, eventually making them both cranky enough to leave.
