How I planned the “real” reveal
I called a party supply shop across town.
A woman answered, chipper and professional. “Hi! How can I help?”
“I need a reveal box filled with balloons,” I said. “Not pink or blue.”
“Okay,” she said. “What colors?”
“Black.”
Silence.
Then, carefully: “Black?”
“Yes,” I said. “And I need one word printed on every balloon.”
Her tone changed — the tone women use when we recognize a shared enemy.
“What word?”
