(A True Story)
It's late on a stormy and steamy Fourth of July of this year. A group of 4 semi-revelrous adults step into a sparsely crowded West Village bar in Manhattan for a refreshing margarita.
And with that, the foursome step inside the bar and order their cold drinks.
Bree: "So, how about 'Antartica?'"
Don: "I still like The Meltdowns."
You see, the conversation has been about what would make a good band name. Thus far it has been concluded that the answer is none. There are none good band names.
Waitress walks over to table to take our order, slightly distracted, but mostly tired. Don decides to bring in an outside opinion.
Don: (to waitress) "Let me ask you a question here. I'm gonna give you some band names, and you tell me what you like with a Thumbs Up or Thumbs Down. Ok?"
Don turns to glance over at his company to show he has a master plan. And the true and greatest name of what's been suggested so far, will now be chosen by our unassuming waitress. Just as he's turning back to said waitress with the first band name option, she says...
Waitress: "Ummm...I think I like...Thumbs Up."
Dumbfounded look on all faces concerned.
Waitress: "Yeah. Because Thumbs Down sounds too negative. So I like Thumbs Up."
Don: Ok then. Thank you.
This happened. And I will be thankful for all eternity.