Life is a matter of courtship and wooing, flirting and chatting.
Growing up in the 1960s, I remember going to the bank with my father and seeing a small display featuring a shiny new toaster. I asked my dad if they were making toast for the bank customers. He just laughed and said that the toaster was a premium for opening a new account.
“What's a premium?” I asked.
“It's like a prize or gift that they offer for new customers,” he responded.
“Do we get a new toaster?” I inquired.
“No,” he said brushing off the question. “That's just for new customers.”
“So, what do we get,” I pressed.
“Uh, nothing, I guess. You get a lollipop!” he smiled as he walked up to the bank teller.
We spend a lot of time in ...