I just bought a t-shirt from PalmerCash.com. And this was the message I received at the end of the checkout line:
Right now your order is being printed out in the center of our warehouse on paper made of gold. We are all standing around waiting for it to finish and then we will place your order on a pillow as we wait for Palmer Cash to announce what you have ordered. Standing from his podium he will ring the bell 3 times and everyone will stop what they are doing as he reads your order to us. Then we will all burst into song and dance with such religious fervor to your wise and excellent choices.
Next your order will be packed with care by 3 virgins and one very advanced monkey wearing white gloves into a specially designed package that resists water, dirt, air and radiation in case of a nuclear explosion. Then your order will be sent out Priority Mail and make its long journey to it’s new home avoiding thieves and hoodlums to land softly in your caring hands.
Dude. That’s what I call service.