I like fences. Fences separate one area from another. They establish territorial boundaries, without having to pee on a fire-hydrant. There’s no mistaking the objective of a fence. Just ask an inmate.
Plus anyone can build a fence.
The real talent is being able to sit on one. Depending on the fence itself, it could be a balancing act worthy of an Olympic medalist. You’re continuously one sneeze away from what I’m sure would be a very ungraceful drop, or being ousted by a giant squirrel, and my money’s on this guy.
So congratulations to you Starbucks. You’re the Cirque du Soleil of fence-sitting.
How exactly did that internal memo read anyway? Something like this, perhaps