“Your attitude, not your aptitude, will determine your altitude.” Zig Zigler
trash talk
For the last few weeks there’s been this strange thing happen. A small herd of blue dinner jacket frat boys suddenly appear at our loading dock beside the dumpsters. With one guitar and one drum, they begin to sing. It’s no song I’ve ever heard, and they don’t stick around long. The act of serenading sororities is not a new one, but rehearsing by our garbage is. That is, if that’s what they’re rehearsing for since it’s a bit off-season for said ritual. (disclaimer: I was never in the Greek scene so, I could be wrong about the singing season) Because we’re encased by brick pillars, the reverb inside is exceptional. That might also be why they’ve chosen to sing by the garbage. I hope for their sake it smells better than it looks.
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