There are a lot of sign spinners out there advertising for newly available apartments, tax prep services or furniture blowout sales, but most of them act like they’re at a tailgate—sitting on their foldout chairs, wearing their team’s baseball cap, taking it easy and just leaning their sign on the traffic light post. They might as well be sipping a beer! Not you, though, my man. You put them to shame. You treated your sign spinning duties like a halftime show. The sweeping spins and rapid twists, beautifully orchestrated to a modern musical number—you never skipped a beat, you caught every toss and you transitioned into another impressive twirly combo. You were like a Harlem Globetrotter auditioning for America’s Got Talent. Who knew cardboard could move like that? It didn’t even matter that I had no clue what services you were promoting or what direction the sign meant to point to. I was just captivated at the intersection, praying to God that the light could stay red just a little bit longer.
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