Ba dee ah! Say, do you remember?

I don't usually go shopping for clothes because I have trouble finding clothes that fit me. With all the free time I have this week, I decided to venture out into the scary world of retail fashion to look for new things to wear. I went into Express and expected to pay through my nose for a shirt, but I actually found a shirt on clearance that I really liked.

When I went to try it on, I realized that it looked exactly like my old AMC uniform. I saw myself in the mirror, wearing long sleeve burgundy, and my mind instantly flashed to all the traumatic experiences I had in the five years I worked there. I remembered working long shifts and coming home stinking of popcorn and sweat, only to go to sleep for a few hours and wake up so I can do the same thing again. I remembered herding hundreds of moviegoers into huge theaters and cleaning up after their mess... ugh, I could just see the sunflower seed husks on the floor.

I find it fascinating how certain memories can be triggered by different forms of stimulus. The burgundy short that looked so much like my uniform opened the floodgates of my AMC days, and I wonder what would trigger other experiences I've had in my life. There are a lot of things in my past that I truly enjoyed, like eating breakfast with my family on Sunday mornings, going to the library with my friends to smoke weed, and my first sexual experience.

Without divulging the fun details of my deflowering on this blog, I'll just make fun little references to it by talking about how I went about triggering that hot experience so long ago. I went to a sporting goods store and found one of those whistles that they use in various sports. I brought the cold metal whistle to my lips and blew as hard as I could and was instantly taken to one of the most important experiences of my sexuality. I closed my eyes and smiled as I remembered how one blow could affect a person in ways that no one could ever imagine.