My Midnight Expressions

funny business cardsFor Fourth of July weekend, Megan and I drove up to Lake Erie in Ohio. We stopped for gas in one of those cute, if forgettable, towns with a row of storefronts on each side of the main drag and one traffic light.

We laughed at a restaurant called Pizza Explosion. How could that name possibly conjure positive feelings? I for one don’t want pepperoni on my face. Interpret that however you like.

The gas station was a Mickey Mart. It had a sign for a “Beer Cave” on the left side of the building. Again, why that name? Caves are dank, dark places and home to a host of sightless creeping things and leathery flying mammals with sonar.

Nothing about them says, “Mmm…fresh beverages.”

Maybe I’ll open a bake shop called “The Cake Dumpster.” People who give their businesses unappetizing names must know something I don’t. I was trying to be clever when I named my business Bright Newt, but I should have chosen, such as “Ineffective Marketing,” which conveys the opposite of what I want.

I went inside Mickey Mart and, because I was traveling, indulged my guilty pleasure, Starbucks products.

While the cashier rang up the couple in front of me, an electronic female voice piped, “You’re a winner!”

When it was my turn, I said to the cashier, “I want to be a winner too.”

“Do you have a Mickey Mart card?” she asked.

“No. This is my first time in a Mickey Mart. We don’t have them in Knoxville.”

“That’s where you’re from, Knoxville?”

“Yep. Tennessee.”

“Well, here,” she said, handing me a couple of business cards. “You can help me spread the word down there.”

“Cool,” I said and went back outside.

Curious as to what I’d be spreading the word about, I looked at one of the cards:

“My Midnight Expressions.”

Hmm. I never would have thought about building a business around farting in one’s sleep.
This phrase was my favorite: “EMAIL ME FOR ADULT PARTIES.” Judging by the picture on the card, in which a woman is kindling a flame on a man’s chest with her hand—or perhaps the sparkling, smoky fuschia light represents a portal to another dimension—my new friend Regina wasn’t selling canasta and smoked almonds.

Her business venture is similar to Pampered Chef, except that you invite all your friends to buy sex toys and leather rather than an apple peeler and a pizza stone.

With over 1500 products and a “VERY DISCREET” buying process, my midnight is sure to be expressed in entirely new, creatively, and disfiguring ways.

I’ve been told I have a gift for establishing rapport with people quickly. What it was about that one “I want to be a winner too” joke that made Regina feel comfortable enough to give me cards about her private sex circus business?

They were sitting out on the counter—a bizarre point-of-sale strategy for a remote gas station in northern Ohio.

Let’s see, I need 5-Hour Energy, caffeine pills, cigarettes, lottery tickets, a Snickers bar, and, what’s this? My Midnight Expressions? Have a party or just shop online? I’m glad I have a smart phone. I can buy immediately! Thanks for the internet, Al Gore!”

I love my business cards, and I’m proud of the work I do. But I still feel a little bit cheesy when I hand people a Bright Newt business card. I always think of an exchange with an advertising executive from New York who had a business card in my hand before he’d even asked my name. Yuck.

I can’t imagine handing a complete stranger this kind of card, complete with the woman’s sweaty clumps of hair and a bonafide flesh fire. Maybe I’m just not cut out for business.

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Have you ever been embarrassed by something a stranger was trying to sell you? Embarrassed for the seller? Do you take the cards to be polite or say, “No, thank you. I’m a vegetarian”?

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4 Comments

  1. Posted July 6, 2011 at 9:32 pm | Permalink

    Haha, this whole situation sounds like something out of a David Lynch movie. Or like some kind of bizarre experience we would have had in high school.

    Yeah, I’ve been kinda embarrassed like that before. Whenever I’m in Vegas I’m practically accosted by moderately sized groups of people standing on every street corner shoving paraphernalia for their “nightly encounter” (to put it politely) business in my face.

    The first time this confrontation happened it was a bit unsettling, as this material can be quite explicit at times. I quickly learned to be pretty aggressive with these people, at times shoving them out of my way, and slapping their articles to the ground.

  2. Posted July 7, 2011 at 8:43 am | Permalink

    Jon, the phrase “slapping their articles to the ground” really got me. I’m laughing out loud, but trying not to wake up my wife, who is still sleeping. This reminded me of being in Prague and ignoring the man who was trying to get my attention with his sales pitch: “Coca? Ecstasies?” Nothing says “high-quality stimulants” like broken English.

  3. Posted July 7, 2011 at 6:17 pm | Permalink

    Now that takes balls. Interpret that how you wish.

  4. Posted July 7, 2011 at 8:54 pm | Permalink

    Erin, I agree. On both counts.