Floooms worked in all sectors of the economy, not just non-profits. They strolled in outdoor markets and attended cultural events that touched their senses. Floooms gravitated towards symphonic music, sang with near perfect pitch, and equally appreciated the sound of crashing waves, warbling streams, and sprinklers on fresh mowed grass. Floooms preferred raw food but never pushed their tastes on anyone. They couldn’t pass gas because they chewed their food slowly and with their mouths closed. Floooms loved garlic which exited their pores without odor. They chose natural organic cotton for their attire and didn’t need or wear aftershave or deodorant. Simplify, simplify, simplify, G-d decided.
A Flooom gave evolution the right intention. Floooms integrated wisdom, spirituality, and healthy living. Their voices were peaceful and inviting. They were playful but not shallow. You want shallow, head for Hooters, G-d chuckled.
During his brunch in Bankock, G-d reworked the marriage ceremony. “I now pronounce you Flooom and wife,” sounded reasonable and ‘till death do us part could finally be taken seriously. Floooms cherished their wives. Flooom children honored their parents because they saw how they honored each other. Scores of Flooom students joined the medical community and proliferated Doctors without Borders. Flooms did not make particularly good lawyers but buoyed their mates who were attorneys into becoming better ones. These female lawyers no longer charged $452 an hour but bartered their counsel for their client’s skills and if they won the case, donated a percentage to orphanages in Uganda. When Floooms became rabbis, high holiday attendees no longer had to purchase tickets to pray and Floom priests were free to marry without minimizing their relationship with their creator.
As Flooms populated the universe, man stopped kicking his dog.
