Gifts Fifth Ave

What could she get him? They had been married for five years and together for eight. She had got him gifts for Birthdays, Anniversaries, Christmas. She was running out of ideas.

She got him clothes and accessories. She got him skis, baseball gloves, boxing gloves, fishing poles, rifles, knives and tackle boxes. She bought him concert tickets, trips, movies and sporting events. Seriously, she was tapped.

What could she get him for his birthday that she had never gotten him before?

Perfume for men .  Isn’t that just another way of saying cologne?

"Well yes," said her friend who had just introduced her to this novel idea, "But, it’s a little different.  See, men’s cologne is like putting dirt on a guy and masking it with his own sweat.  Perfume for men actually can be appreciated.  Give it a smell."

One squirt and she could see what her friend meant.  It is pleasant and yet, it’s still rugged enough to stand up to his desire to go four-wheeling.  It will work.  Bulgari BLV for Men would definitely work.

That’s what they used to say.  "Don’t sign a thing, unless you have your Rotring."

Well, it was an important deal.  He was meeting with a potential future partner that could change his life forever.  So, he made sure to take his Rotring Initial Black Ballpoint Pen .

He was a little overwhelmed when they sat down to the table.  The potential future partner had a lawyer and an advisor.  Plus, he looked like a million bucks.

This man was ready to do battle and it dwarfed him a little.  Shaking, he opened his briefcase and took out the documents he had worked on for weeks.  He even went over them the night before with a fine toothed comb.

He felt prepared.  But, he would soon find out whether he was or not.

He slid the documents over to the power team sitting in front of him.  They had copies made by a secretary and then an assistant walked into the meeting room to ask if anyone wanted anything.  There were so many people on the man’s side it was unbelievable.

The whispering was unnerving.  The glances and the secrets they passed back and forth.  Then, the notes they scribbled down.  The laughter and everything they did in their quiet pow wow on the other side of the table was a little too much for him to take.

But then, the monotony was broken.  The man stood up and looked at his future partner, "It looks like we have a deal.  I’ll have these guys finish up the details while we’re at lunch.  How does that sound?"

He knew his voice squeaked as he forced out a "Sounds great!" from his moisture deprived mouth.

"Great!  Nice pen by the way!  Is that a Rotring?"

"Actually it is."

"You know what they say, don’t sign a thing without your Rotring."

He knew that too?