Got Funny

One of my best years was when I turned thirteen. My first job was in sales at a friend’s dad’s record store in downtown Hattiesburg, Ms. Sales were a simple thing then. A customer, generally, had heard a song on our local radio station, rushe din, usually the following weekend, and wanted to hear a bit of it on the built in record player. If it was the right song it was usually a sale. Every Friday I got paid in my choice, records or cash or both. I often went for the money as I figured I could buy more records. Oh, I also received a discount.

Being served a cocktail in a sexy martini glass does something for the ego. I don’t know what it is, but have you ever noticed when you’re holding a martini glass how special and important you feel?