An Idea I Stole From A BabyPosted: May 23, 2014
Babies. They’re nice people. Sure, they’ve got so much to learn about a lot of stuff and they act like it. But as a whole, they’re well-intentioned and likable.
They’re so likable that it is easy to put aside some of their shortcomings. I don’t have many friends who wet their pants, but I’ll put up with that kind of thing from a baby. People who cry instead of just telling me what the problem is have no shot with me; babies get away with it.
Babies get a lot of slack, so I don’t mind taking one of their best ideas to suit my own purposes.
A Flash Of Genius
Yesterday, as I got out of the shower, I had a moment of brilliance. That’s usually how my brilliance arrives – by the moment and when I don’t have any way of writing a note about it. This idea was so good I was able to remember it minutes later without a note.
Some who read my blog are young and won’t understand how the fact that I remember an idea equates with that idea being exceptional. Allow me to explain. I am fifty-two years old. My short-term memory is not what it was. For instance, sometimes I get out of the shower and cross the bathroom to the mirror. By the time I look in the mirror I’ve forgotten how I got so wet. If I recall something long enough to repeat it a day later, that is one important something.
As I stood there, shivering and damp, I recalled those towels with hoods on the corner that we use to dry a baby. “What a great idea”, I thought, “why do they only make them for little kids?” My answer was, of course, that I don’t know why.
Get Rich Off Of My Scheme
I thought about the luxury of towelling off my hair, then keeping my damp head warm under a built-in terry cloth hood. I’d keep the hood on while I used the rest of the towel to both dry off and keep away the chill. That seemed like a very comforting luxury. I’m in to the comforting luxury scene.
Imagine how warm you’d be wrapped in a towel from head to toe as you made that chilly trek back to the bedroom after your shower. If you’re imagining a yellow towel, with eyes and an orange bill sewn on to the hood so that you look like a duckling when you put your hood up, stop that. The adult version of the hooded towel wouldn’t have animal faces on the hoods.
This idea appeals to me so much that I am passing it on to you. I want you to get rich on my stolen idea. I’m not patenting it. I’m giving it to you. Take the idea and run with it. Invest your money in adult-sized towels with hoods. The concept will fail if left to me; textiles and manufacturing are not my strong points.
The average person would love to have a luxurious towel with a hood. How do I know? Because I want one badly, and I’m as average as they come.