Recently, My friend took it upon herself to buy me a gift, so I decided to split the cost in adding a few sundry accessories to my growing Tom Bihniverse. A couple of pouches, a couple of keystraps, an Absolute strap, all for my far-overstuffed Ristretto. Seriously, I love this bag, and I take it everywhere that I go. Even to bed. The love I have for my bag borders on the clinical, but I digress.
In the order form, there's that little box meant for special requests. Everywhere I see them, I slip in little jokes, little notes, an attempt to make the person handling my order smile. This was no exception.
Nothing ever happens when I write these, as... well, they aren't special instructions. It's an incorrect use of the form! I'm sure the closest thing to acknowledgement my notes have ever received was a sideways glance.I love you, person reading this note!
Seriously, although I love everyone at Tom Bihn, I love you, the person reading this, the most of all.
Then my order arrived.
My, that's... a lot more than what I ordered. Let's take a closer look.
So that's a July 4th pouch, on an order made the day before the announcement about it's existence, the Secret-Club worthy FOT pouch, the requisite bookmark that's a bonus on all orders... and a card.
You know, I've always known that Tom Bihn is one of the best companies. But it's finally nice to have empirical proof of the matter.