As a college student, I couldn’t decide whether to be an opera singer or a rock star.
The words “false dichotomy” meant nothing to me then, and I hadn’t yet exceeded my allotment of unbridled optimism.
I knew I’d need good luggage for my world tours. I purchased these brown, fake alligator-textured suitcases, figuring they’d look good with either evening gowns or Sgt. Pepper coats.
Years later, I sing neither rock nor opera, nor yet rock operas, which would have been a kick-rump compromise. Mostly, I’m a mild-mannered bank teller.
It’s silly to anthropomorphize inanimate objects, but I can’t help feeling like my luggage Knew Me When.
Actually, if you ask me, this looks like the luggage of a mild-mannered bank teller by day, rock opera star by night. I think it’ll hold. Get yourself a pair of cat-eye glasses and we’re good.
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Hahahahahahahaha
You still have time to sing, don’t you?????? LA LA LAAAAAAAA LAAAAAAAA =D
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I used to be a office drone by day, jazz singer by night…
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AN office drone. Good night. I am at the office. That should explain it.
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Luggage. As a wee tot I used to lust after my Auntie Madeline’s train case. It was a pleasingly rounded rectangular cube shape. It had a tray inside to hold fancy lady things. B3neath the tray there was plenty of room for your nightie and around the sides were elastic straps to keep your bottles of lotion and spendy perfume from falling over.
Now, almost exactly a half-century later I have my very own tran case. It is even better than Auntie M’s because it is a pretty shade of blue and hers was that odd brownish color they used to call ‘luggage’.
I do not have a little nightie, spendy perfume or enough fancy lady things to do the tray justice, nor do I have a train station from which to go on adventures.
But should this ever change, I am ready!
Likewise, as I see it you’re all set should the right rock opera ever come along. Life is good.
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