It all seems so ridiculous when you think about it. It’s a ball. A ball you won. Just one, small red ball, dropped off on your doorstep.
Then more work to ship that ball to me from the manufacturer. Contest host to marketer to fulfiller. Someone else had to send off my info to the fulfillers, who then had to package the red ball up, label it, and send it off in the brown truck.
Trucks, maybe an airplane, bin to bin to bin, then the delivery man who drove it to my house.
The delivery guy had to pick it up out of his truck, walk all the way down a long path between our row of townhouses, hear our dog going batpoop crazy behind our door (and surely hope I wouldn’t open it), and drop the bag plop on our doorstep. Then walk all the way back to his truck, where I hear him take off.
I had no clue what it was, this white bag at my door. I open it up, and inside that large bag is a tiny red ball. One small red ball. All that work, all these humans, one small ball.
But as soon as I lift it out… it was gold. It was something FOR HIM. This is no small red ball, this is the world.
And his day, nay, his WEEK was made. All day… the BALL. The NEW toy. The BEST toy (for now). The PACKAGE WAS FOR HIM.
And that, my friends, is why all of that was worth it. One red ball means the world to a dog.