Lifer
[I wrote this one a few months back while still at Absolute Bikes here in Flagstaff. Now that I read it again, far enough away from the fire, I think it's funny, which was and is the point to all this.. a way for me to get out the write.]
I can’t figure out if my Boss is uber smart, or uber otherwise. I Busted my ass prior to the move building shelves and display stages for the shop, then what? Back to Huffies?
Special E. and I had a dispute over the Satelite Radio the other day. The problem doesn’t really lie in difference between he and I. I think the fundamental issue is that Satelite Radio is for Tweakers, Truckers & Red Necks. Like some of us, I’m still getting away from that.
After a piss match volley between Reggae and 80’s Power Ballads for a bit, I asked Special E. why he was the boss. Then temporary insanity had be grab the XM receiver and gave it a huck across the shop.
We no longer have XM Satelite in the shop. I have no regret. If I’m going to swill shop cock, it isn’t going to be to the tune of pay-for radio that still sucks.
I am however responsible, so I asked HuiHui (Hoo-ee-hoo-ee) to plug the computer into the speakers. Then I typed in pandora.com.
Since that time, it seems that everyone is loving the music selection in the shop. Even the Metal isn’t that big hair crap. Now it’s Sepultura, System of a Down, Deftones and MegaDeth.
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