ESTJ: Traffic signals and signs. Commanding, highly visible, ultimately designed to preserve order and security, and you’ll be punished if you don’t obey.
ISTJ: Your car’s owner’s manual. Follow all the recommendations, and service it as described, and it’ll run perfectly for 300,000 miles.
ISFJ: Best winter coat you own. Cozy, practical, essential, useful. Keep forever.
ESFJ: Jubilant wine and cheese party (or backyard barbecue) for the new neighbors to meet everyone on the cul-de-sac.
ISFP: Flea market. Nontraditional, cluttered, lots to look at and interact with, a place you wander with no agenda and no hurry. Pick up anything interesting, buy very little, but really offers something for everyone if you keep looking.
ESFP: A loud, colorful rollercoaster you’ve ridden six times so far because everyone’s watching the parade. The rollercoaster is no longer scary to you, but you’re still screaming your throat raw because it’s fun.
ISTP: Spearfishing in Jamaica. Alone. Nature sounds.
ESTP: The roar of a drag race buzzing through a window in West Los Angeles. Subsequent sirens. Subsequent yelling, laughing, screaming, and cars peeling out in four different directions.
INTJ: A phone app that provides more updated information than the departure/arrival schedule at the airport. Useful, efficient, an improvement on what the plebes are using.
ENTJ: Immaculate, fragrant, buttery soft Italian leather work bag. Jet black. Nothing in it but the essentials.
INTP: A laptop you can’t guess the password to unlock. Definitely contains ultraclassified material, and was accidentally left in the airport terminal with an empty Funyuns bag.
ENTP: A strange, really strong cocktail made from a recipe in a 300-year-old notebook, but updated with local ingredients. You really don’t understand how all those components work together, but they do. Esoteric pun name the bartender feels compelled to explain.
INFJ: A great therapist. Gives interesting perspectives on your problems and makes you think about them differently. Seems unflappable. You know nothing about him/her, s/he knows everything about you. Is going to their own therapy session after you leave.
ENFJ: A workplace team-building retreat that actually works. (That should just be their tagline.)
INFP: Pretty, intricate mobile artwork in a gallery. You actually have to read the artist’s statement to understand the full story behind what you’re looking at. You buy a postcard of it at the gift shop because it sticks with you.
ENFP: A carnival funhouse where you get too overstimulated about 3/4 of the way through. Unforgettable. But also feels like they didn’t quite finish the design, and you step on a paint tray as you walk out covered in glitter.