Focus, focus, focus! Aware of the devious minds at work, the wheels of logic already in motion, I request you to kindly direct your attention to the first two words of the title rather than the final one, for this intriguing tale is certain to keep you on the edge of your seat.
As goes folklore, marketers are polar opposites to the plebeians of the world. While the Game of Thrones fandom fears an endless winter, the marketer is haunted by nightmares of a ruined summer. This is the story of one such group.
Having entered the room with high hopes, hearts brimming with aspiration and a never say die attitude, they had nothing to lose, or they thought so. A group discussion was a thing of beauty, much like comedy. True to this, was the essence of timing. What started as a healthy discussion on a case gradually took a form no one was prepared for. Soft whispers made way for screams and yells, melodious voices paving the scenes for dulcet tones.
As the groups failed to reach a consensus, in truly ironic fashion, the panel reached one - and probably an essential one of the day - to disqualify all three groups of 23 each. What one couldn't fathom was how yelling individuals with furrowed brows smoothly transitioned into crying, bawling babies, launching projectiles of tears with every octave of a scream.
And thus ended the Summer of 69, mother Irony simultaneously launching the winter of their first years...
