Derek Thompson

I had to find the florist with the best reviews in town and I had to call them up and make sure they would deliver on time, that they wouldn't melt in the Florida heat and, you know, that wouldn't spoil.

And so I went to bed at night at like one in the morning and I went to bed and I said, you know what, Nir, you put in some good effort and she's going to love the flowers and that, you know, but you're a good son.

Good job.

Uh, that's not what happened.

I called her up the next day and I said, Hey mom, happy birthday.

Did you get the flowers I sent?

To which she says, yes, I did.

Thank you.

But just so you know, the flowers that you sent were half dead and I wouldn't order from that florist again.

To which I blurted out something like, well, that's the last time I buy you flowers.

And Derek, that went over just about as well as you'd expect.

Not so good.

Now, my wife, Julie, was on the call as well.

So she heard this and she turns to me after the call and she says, Nir, do you want to do a turnaround on this?

To which I said, no, I do not want to do your touchy feely, hocus pocus, mumbo jumbo.

I need to vent.

That's what we're told to do.

That when someone disagrees with us, when someone hurts our feelings, when someone is judging us in a way that we don't appreciate, we need to speak our truth.

We need to tell them what we think.

We need to get it off our chest.