Can you remember anything that happened two weeks ago?
I can’t. Not totally. Seems like a million years ago.
But thanks to the internet ‘er whatnot—with specific regard to the Quilted Squirrel blog page, of course—we can go back and remind ourselves of this blog we wrote. It’s the one that bends space and time a bit so we can track (have tracked? Continue tracking?) certain marketing trends. In short: We looked forward. Then we looked back. And then we looked forward again.
Today, we’re looking forward even further.
Our staffers are jet-setting 10 years into the future.
Just for a quick second.
Because it’s fun! And it’s a great way to get to know us. And that’s not so bad… is it?
Anyway, it’s 2032. What’s happening? Here’s what our staffers are saying.
Steve Lingle, CEO
I’m 50. My kids are 20, 17 and 15. My wife, Danielle, and I have been married for 26 years. COVID-19 has mutated to COVID-32 and some still refuse to get vaccinated… because freedom or whatever. Danielle and I are semi-retired and spend most of our days road tripping across this great country of ours, finishing our quest to visit all (64) of the National Parks. Aside from that, “We’re The Millers” is still airing on VH-1 every weekend.
Franklin Heinzmann, Account Coordinator
Beats me. 🤷♂️
Jerry Lee, Marketing Strategist
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James A. Colombo III, Copywriter & Content Strategist
I’m 47. I’m pumping gas into my 2003 Ford Escort (Only $17.89 per gallon!) at an ExxonAppleCVS Mega-Mini Mart in a remote location somewhere in the Southwestern United States. I see an SUV sputter into the parking lot before breaking down completely.
A man, who looks to be about 50, emerges from the vehicle. A beautiful woman and three children (aged 20, 17, and 15, maybe?) follow suit, looking harried. It becomes clear that this is a family, presumably a family of 26 years or so. What’s more, the family has just been run off the road by a maniacal truck driver.
Now stranded in the New Mexico desert, the family catches a break when I offer to drive the woman and children to a nearby café to call for help.
Meanwhile, the man stays back to fix his SUV.
When the man finally makes his way to the café, his wife and children are missing.
He questions me. “Have you seen my wife and kids?” he asks.
“Listen, pal,” I say, “I’ve never seen your wife or kids in my life. You must have the wrong guy.”
The man shakes his head in confusion, looks around desperately, and then accosts me. “What do you mean, you crazy sonofabitch you—”
“Whoa whoa whoa, buddy!” I exclaim. “Get your hands off of me! I don’t know who you are or what you’re after, but leave me out of it!”
And so begins our psychological game of cat and mouse—with deadly consequences.
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Lisa Hinterberger, Graphic Designer
In 10 years, at the rate we’re going, I feel like people will be living on the moon. I hope in my case, we have figured out global warming because I’d much rather like to stay on planet earth.
Alyssa Boczar, Senior Account Manager
Robots will be performing many of the tasks that humans prefer not to do… folding laundry, cleaning dishes, grocery shopping.
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Tyler McElhaney, Website Developer
Water is the most valuable material on the planet, which has become a desert wasteland following societal collapse. Territorial tribes battle over land and resources.
Christopher White, Creative Director
I’ll be 61, so odds are pretty good that I’ll be spending a lot of time yelling at kids to get out of my yard. And *maybe* (just maybe) the Sabres will actually be good by then.
Stay tuned for more!
We’ll be sharing a couple of cool case studies pretty soon—and one of ’em’s gonna have a video, so you know it’ll be good. So visit us again soon! Until then, you can contact us online or at 716.926.9266.
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