You know how in business and in life we use a phrase that says something along the lines of "you need a trail of breadcrumbs to get back."
I was thinking about the use of the term breadcrumbs and it's significance in getting something, or getting someone to somewhere they need or want to be. Breadcrumbs is nomenclature for "following along"....in software development "breadcrumbs" are the sub-folders in folders, of folders, of folders, of folders (don't even get me started about SAP).
But then I pondered, why crumbs? What was the significance of crumbs?
Why not pieces? Why not sections? And then I really started thinking about it, probably too much, but I was in rush hour and irritated and almost rear-ended the guy in front of me on his phone. But, I digress. What if Hansel and Gretel had stumbled upon a trail of cakes? Yes, cakes. Would the witch have been as successful in luring the kids to her home, if she had used cakes (BTW, why is the witch a woman? We all know pedo's are the ones driving around in vans offering candy to kids, usually not women...talk about sexist).
Don't you think Hansel and Gretel would have stopped walking along after eating only one cake? I would think that since the pieces were larger, one would get full after only a short distance.
But since the pieces are small, they just keep following along, walking and munching, walking and munching and getting closer and closer to either the end, or a death trap, or a solution, whichever.
And speaking of Hansel and Gretel...to quote the illustrious Miranda, from Sex and the City, "I just realized... maybe it's maturity or the wisdom that comes with age, but the witch in Hansel and Gretel -- she's very misunderstood. I mean, the woman builds her dream house and these brats come along and start eating it."
I get it now...breadcrumbs are meant to give just a bit. Sort of like teasing something...giving someone just enough, so they keep coming back for more.
And this is the part of the story where I meander off onto a random tangent and point out the immaculate stylings of Mr. Richard Marx.
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