Part One to this story is STRIPPING: The Little Angel Made Me Do It
“Jenni, after reading your blog tonight, I have a story for you,
A long long time ago, there was this little (huge) place called Wildhorse Canyon. In it lived the coolest group of interns you’ve ever met…and two of those interns were the S*’s. B* worked hard at construction every day, tearing down nasty old condos, being showered in rat poop that fell from the ceiling tiles, and getting covered in drywall dust. Although B* loved his job, he loved it even more when he listened to his work mix on his i-pod. Every day, he’d bring that trusty i-pod to the job, and for 8-12 sweet hours a day, they’d get the job done. One fateful day, B* came home for the usual pbj sandwich at lunch. As he checked his pocket, he realized that the beloved i-pod was GONE!!! He hurried back to the construction site, where he spent an hour sifting through scraps and drywall rubble to find it, but alas, it was nowhere to be found. In his heart, he knew that it had been tossed onto the back of Rosie, the dump truck, and hauled off to the burn pile.
The S*’s left the canyon, mourning the loss of their sweet friendships, and the i-pod. Fast forward one year: after asking for i-pods for christmas, the S*’s had returned to their music-enjoying selves. One day, through a random string of events, B* hears that his beloved i-pod has been found between the couch cushions of his old condo in the canyon! Good ol’ J.G. sent it back to the S*, intact and working as good as ever. It was ready to take its place in B*’s pocket once again, but sadly, B* had no room for it anymore. He had moved on, and so the beloved i-pod was put into a drawer, and nearly forgotten until today.
Jenni, we have an extra i-pod that is looking for a home. We don’t want you to be the dork in the workout room, so if you don’t already have one, we’d like to send you ours. We’ve got the power cord, the earphones, and an armband to use for working out…and it’s all yours. It will be in the mail tomorrow.”