(To learn more about my "blogging the book" challenge to myself, go HERE.)
One of the characters in this story is a sign dancer, meaning a person hired to stand on the street for hours holding a sign, hoping to get passing cars to notice a business they might have otherwise missed. Not too long ago, I would have had to say that I couldn't remember noticing any sign dancers in Santa Cruz. But just a couple of days before I read this story, I happened to see one. This one was a girl wearing headphones. It was very hot, but she seemed to be in another zone, possibly chemically induced. She didn't seem unhappy, though I would have been. However, I don't think anyone could top Jill Wolfson's Cody for enthusiasm on his first day of the job.
Showtime!
Spin that tax sign clockwise like its a Boardwalk ride. Toss it in the air, hurl your body around in a one-footed, tiptoed 360, and catch the sign behind your back. Ta-da.
Holy crap on a strap! He actually caught it! Thumbs up from a Prius driver.
Another Prius, another Prius. Is there a fuckin' sale on Priuses or what?
Yesterday, this corner was just another place. Cody must've eaten a million slices of pepperoni at Upper Crust. Carved his initial into the oak by the U-Wash-it place. Felt up that hippie chick Sequoia by the dumpster behind the Chinese place.
But now? Cody owns this corner.
Audible sample of Jill Wolfson's "Death and Taxes" HERE
One of the characters in this story is a sign dancer, meaning a person hired to stand on the street for hours holding a sign, hoping to get passing cars to notice a business they might have otherwise missed. Not too long ago, I would have had to say that I couldn't remember noticing any sign dancers in Santa Cruz. But just a couple of days before I read this story, I happened to see one. This one was a girl wearing headphones. It was very hot, but she seemed to be in another zone, possibly chemically induced. She didn't seem unhappy, though I would have been. However, I don't think anyone could top Jill Wolfson's Cody for enthusiasm on his first day of the job.
Showtime!
Spin that tax sign clockwise like its a Boardwalk ride. Toss it in the air, hurl your body around in a one-footed, tiptoed 360, and catch the sign behind your back. Ta-da.
Holy crap on a strap! He actually caught it! Thumbs up from a Prius driver.
Another Prius, another Prius. Is there a fuckin' sale on Priuses or what?
Yesterday, this corner was just another place. Cody must've eaten a million slices of pepperoni at Upper Crust. Carved his initial into the oak by the U-Wash-it place. Felt up that hippie chick Sequoia by the dumpster behind the Chinese place.
But now? Cody owns this corner.
Audible sample of Jill Wolfson's "Death and Taxes" HERE
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