We all naturally have ideas. They are born in the blur of being half awake at dawn, or while buttering toast. Even born listening to a muttering host at a dumb social event. “How could i help this person? Might cross your mind as they babble on. “Why are they so boring”. “Maybe they need to go over the falls on a 10 foot wave” crosses your mind. An idea is born. Bring lakers to the ocean during a good swell - swimming with them into the sea between sets of waves - as one of the larger waves appears you position them in the perfect spot - where the wave lurches and heaves it lip - gently push your customer into the maw and engage the cantilever of the lip. The thing implodes with them inside - disappearing into the violent cloudy fold. The backwash blast explodes out the back - ragdolling the client. 5 or so seconds of violent soup - no sign of anyone - them suddenly their head appears wide eyed terror - then back down into the respiral they go - back down under. 5 more seconds later a slapping hand, then an agonized a foot, then finally a burst upward and a giant breath. A crazed face of terror. You smile and they grab your eyes - you reach out an arm and together punch cleanly through a new wave. Float out the back - and swim in between sets. They are a combination of angry and relieved at the beach - hunbled and proud. They say thank you and swagger off the beach with a totally new gait. Flick their hair back and do a burnout as they leave the parking lot - throwing me the finger.
The first proud new customer.