“Excuse me sir,” she said to me.
“What can I do for you?” I replied packing my Marlboros.
“I just wanted to talk to you about your aura.”
I had to keep my eyes from rolling, “What about it?”
She blabbered on for awhile about astrology, spirits, and chi and a bunch of other stupid crap and I basically tuned her out until I heard her say something about how she could communicate with the spirits of the deceased. That got my attention!!
“Could you help me do that?!?!” I asked eagerly.
“You have a type Z aura configuration… so yes… I think so.”
“Holy macaroni!!!” I exclaimed.
“With whom would you like to communicate?” she asked
“Freddy Mercury,” I answered without a moment’s hesitation.
“Than it shall be so,” she said. Then she threw a smoke-bomb on the ground and started cackling maniacally. Then when the smoke cleared she was still standing there. We stared at each other awkwardly. Then she asked me if I could let her into the dressing room.
Later that night as I was drinking myself to sleep I thought of the old lady. “What a silly old bird,” I thought as I slammed my last 24oz PBR and hit the hay.
I had a hard time sleeping that night. I tossed and turned, dozed in and out of slumber and at about 1 am I got up to slam a few more beers in hopes that I might achieve the righteous drunken slumber I so desperately needed. So I drank like 11 beers and on the way back to my boudoir, who should be standing in front of me but the one and only Freddy Mercury.
I shrieked like a 7th grade girl standing face to face with Justin Beiber.
“OH, MY, GOD!!!” I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“The pleasure is all mine,” Freddy said cordially.
“You mean? Are you really? But, how?” I was barely maintaining.
“Yes, I am the ghost of the one true Rock-God”
I shrieked again, louder and higher pitched this time.
“Compose yourself son,” Freddy said sternly “I have come to talk to you about Black Diamond gloves and all the other under-publicized savings available at the Wilderness Exchange Unlimited, such as Kelty products, Metolious 2nds and all those fabulous closeout tents.”
“Oh,” I said, kind of disappointed.
“I have been watching you for some time,” said Freddy “and I have decided that you shall be the prophet of me, Freddy Mercury – the one true Rock-God.”
“And you want me to get people hyped up about incredible savings on quality outdoor gear?” I asked earnestly. I was a little taken off guard.
“Yes Sam,” said Freddy “that’s all I’ve every really wanted”
“O…..K?...” I said trying to wrap my mind around the situation.
“Indeed, if you can demonstrate to outdoor enthusiast everywhere that they need not squander their meager earnings paying full retail on high-end brands like Black Diamond, Blue Water, Smartwool, Metolius, Sierra Designs, Chaco and so many others…I will reward you by granting you supernatural rock ‘n’ roll powers and you will become a legendary rock-opera super-god, just like me.”
I shrieked again. “Will I compose ultra-anthems that will be blasted at sporting events across the nation and will I die young and beautiful just like you did?!?”
“Yes,” said Freddy “more than likely you will. But first you must spread awareness of the virtuous Wilderness Exchange.”
“Will you make a supersonic man out of me?”
“…sure”
“Will you find me somebody to love?”
“I’ll work on it, but not until I see some results. I want to see the net worth of the WEU triple by next quarter.”
“You got it Freddy. You can count on me!!”
“Good, good” he said “I must take my leave now. I’ll be watching you.” He bowed cordially, then walked out of my bedroom vanishing slowly as he went.
I jumped for joy, shrieked a last time and went back to sleep. When I awoke in the morning all of my beer was gone and sitting in it’s place in the fridge was Freddy’s Tiara. I put it on and got to work.
The End
Sam Benedict
Shipping/Receiving Manager
Wilderness Exchange Unlimited
2401 15th st Suite 100 Denver, CO 80202
303-477-0881sam@wildernessexchangeunlimited.com