Shirt of Stealth

Sunday, April 7, 2013

The year: 1988. The place: Crestwood Mall in suburban St. Louis. The scene: crowded, as Saturday afternoon turns into Saturday night. In the crush of humanity, one bold voice stands out. A 14-year-old nerd skips energetically through the throng cackling about how he’s invisible, annoying the holy hell out of everyone within earshot. “I’m invisible! Ha ha! Nobody can see me! I’m invisible!” Only the green-sport-coated figure of a mall security guard can stop this shameless rampage of idiocy.

Now, 25 years later, that dork lives the high-rolling, pleasure-soaked life of an Internet copywriter. Where is that mall security guard today?

Woot