on: bringing sand to the beach.

I had the pleasure of meeting this one guy a few weeks ago. our interaction didn’t last long, but he was one of the coolest guys I’ve ever met. effortlessly charismatic, upbeat, confident. we spoke for maybe 30 min while I closed him on a sale and then I came back the next day to close him for a second time per his request.

the first time we talked, the topic of conversation got to where I would be moving to in the coming weeks. the second time I saw him, he asked me how that process was going. I told him that we were still waiting on some final paperwork to go through, but it was just a matter of time before I signed the lease. he then reconfirmed the spot and told me that he was excited for me. that he’s had/has friends who live there and they really love(d) it.

I mean I was already sold on the place, but getting some additional feedback reinforcing my decision felt good. some more talking and he told me:

“don’t bring sand to the beach.”

it was somehow one of the funniest things that I have heard said in passing. he didn’t mean much by it, but it has stuck with me since that day. so much so that it’s been a running joke between my roommate and I.

I don’t want to over-explain this one. if you get it, you get it. if you don’t, just think on it for a second.

P.S. don’t let them bully you son.

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