It's Christmas Eve in the late 70's and childhood you is having trouble getting to sleep thinking about all the cool Megos you're going to get tomorrow. Your dreams of Mego booty are interrupted when a traveller from the future appears in your room (he's wearing the obligatory silver jumpsuit so you know he is definitely from the future). He has a message-
He tells you that carded Megos sitting under the tree will be worth thousands in the future. He won't say how much. It's something about prices changing and price gides being worthless that really doesn't hold your attention. He tells you all you have to do is NOT open the cards, safely pack them up and not play with them for 30 years.
So the next day, you tear open the wrapping and come face to face with several crisp and shiny brand new carded Megos. What do you do?
If I'm completely honest and I try to get back into my childhood mindset, I know what I do- I open them! Even being told then what I know now, I can't resist playing with them!
He tells you that carded Megos sitting under the tree will be worth thousands in the future. He won't say how much. It's something about prices changing and price gides being worthless that really doesn't hold your attention. He tells you all you have to do is NOT open the cards, safely pack them up and not play with them for 30 years.
So the next day, you tear open the wrapping and come face to face with several crisp and shiny brand new carded Megos. What do you do?
If I'm completely honest and I try to get back into my childhood mindset, I know what I do- I open them! Even being told then what I know now, I can't resist playing with them!
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