Three different surf scenarios involving kooks,
kids and junkie shitbags that beg your opinion…
I learned a cool new term today, engagement marketing. It’s,
essentially, when a company tricks consumers into believing they’re
contributors. Make ’em feel like they’re part of the brand, more
than just a potential source of revenue.
Pretty clever, if you can make it work.
Why spend effort, or money, on something you can convince people
to do for free?
I mean, yeah, in the end you probably get what you pay for, but,
luckily, the bar is set ever lower as more and more people embrace
the crowdsourcing movement.
It’s something we at BeachGrit stumbled onto more or
less accidentally. Somehow ended up with a nice little community of
commenters, most of whom have at least half a brain rattling around
inside their respective skulls. Which, in the context of the
internet, is pretty damn impressive. We’re turning into some sort
of misanthropic aquatic Algonquin Round Table. I get a real kick
out of it.
So I was thinking, rather than write something, which is kind of
difficult, I’ll just pose some open ended questions to y’all, which
is easy. This way you’re not just commenting on an article, you
are the article.
Truly engaged! And, no, we will not be paying anyone.
Maybe it’ll fall flat and everyone will just tear me to shreds.
No big deal, I can pretend it never happened. In a few days it’ll
get pushed off the front page, and everyone will forget about it.
Which is a beautiful thing when you do poorly, though I’ll admit it
kind of sucks on that rare occassion you think you’ve done
well.
Here’s the first installment of What Would You Do? If it works
you’ll see more. If it doesn’t, oh well, I’ll have to keep digging
through my many notebooks of “ideas,” which mainly consist of
grocery lists I forgot to bring to the store and cryptically
illegible notes I wrote while under the influence of some sort of
intoxicant.
Scenario #1
It’s an amazingly fun, ultra-consistent, head high day at your
local spot. Only a few guys out, one of those times everyone is
having a blast, fallen into a perfect rotation. Taking turns,
hooting for each other, getting to actually live the lie that is a
beginner’s notion of the sport.
You surface to him losing his shit. “You fucking kook, that was
assault! I’m gonna call the cops! If my board’s dinged you have to
pay for it!”
Out paddles a total stranger. He makes a beeline for the peak,
gives you full-on eye contact, turns and burns you from arm’s reach
on the first wave that rolls through. Falls in front of you on the
drop, makes you to tangle up and share a mellow little
drubbing.
You surface to him losing his shit. “You fucking kook, that was
assault! I’m gonna call the cops! If my board’s dinged you have to
pay for it!”
You ignore the guy, reel in your board and paddle back out. He
follows, continuing to scream.
What would you do?
Scenario #2
It’s Saturday morning and you’re about to leave the house for
your kid’s soccer game when a friend texts you a photo of your
local spot just completely going off. Next message reads, “Get here
now. Best I’ve ever seen.”
You only signed him up because the school counselor said a team
sport might help alleviate some of his “behavorial issues.” It’s
not working though, he’s still a little prick.
Your kid is terrible at soccer, hates the game, doesn’t really
care if you go. Would rather not attend himself. You only signed
him up because the school counselor said a team sport might help
alleviate some of his “behavorial issues.” It’s not working though,
he’s still a little prick.
But today it’s your turn to bring the orange wedges and Hi-C. If
you no-show you’ll catch a ton of shit from all the try-hard
parents at the next practice.
What would you do?
Scenario #3
Your junkie shit-bag neighbor steals all the boards from under
your house. You call the cops to report it, but they don’t give a
shit and refuse to do anything.
Your junkie shit-bag neighbor steals all the boards from under
your house. You call the cops to report it, but they don’t give a
shit and refuse to do anything.
A month later you’re driving through town when you see one of
the missing boards for sale outside a local shop. You pull over, go
inside, and tell the manager. He calls you a liar. Swears he knows,
for a fact, the board isn’t stolen. Accuses you of being a scammer.
Things get heated, he orders you to leave the store.
What would you do?