“ADVERTISE HERE”

advertise hereHe looked to be in his early thirties, slim, T-shirt, jeans, flip-flops, and almost shoulder length brown hair tucked conveniently behind his made-for-the-purpose ears. He was energetic and seemed to have a good attitude while he worked. I’d seen others do his entry-level job, but none with his skill and flair.

His job was to get our attention. He’s pretty good at it, I must admit. I don’t know if it would be possible to pass him on the street corner and miss him or his sign. He was pitching townhouses… from the “Low 200,000’s.” He held his five foot by one and a half foot cardboard sign still just long enough to see it. Most of the time he was spinning the sign in front of him like a propeller.

The skilled sidewalk sign surfer would transfer the sign over his head like a helicopter still spinning the sign at what seemed like one thousand RPM’s. While he was sign spinning he’d twirl in place, dance, jump, drop almost into a splits and hold the sign steady for a few seconds before the street light let all of us loose to move with freedom until we hit the next red light… Which always seems to be the very next one…

I was pretty impressed with the moves and energy of this lad. He was obviously secure enough with himself to do what must be difficult for most people his age. “He’s better than most of the sign twirlers I’ve seen,” I mentioned to my wife and daughter. My wife might be one of the few passersby that don’t pay much attention to the quick movements.

Our youngest daughter didn’t say much but pressed her head against the back door glass to see as much of the moving advertisement kid as she could. Just as we almost pulled up even with the kid, he gave us another cheap thrill; the crown of his skill.. The big kahuna of all of his lightning moves designed to get our attention.

He stopped dead still for an instant, swing in a quick jerky movement, twisting ninety degrees, dropped his head to a forty-five-degree angle before he jerked back with a stiff body to another forty-five degrees… I recognized it… The Robot… but that was just the beginning of his finale.

He dramatically jerked one last time, hair falling from behind one of his ears as he paralleled himself with the sidewalk and us; the-bored-to-death-in-traffic-crowd-watching intently. He then held the sign in front of his chest for all the drivers to read as he pushed backward up on his toes, then slid the other foot along the sidewalk until he pushed himself over his foot and pushed from up on his toes of the other foot! Ahhhhh… “The Moonwalk” that Michael Jackson made famous.

We’re not in the market for an overpriced townhome that looked more like college dorms. And while I appreciate the kid’s energy and effort, his skill isn’t going to sell me anything. Our world has gone to the uttermost extremes to sell… I have people who have contacted me to advertise on this site.

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate capitalism and don’t mind supporting or selling something that would be beneficial to others. I’m just not sure we need everything society has tricked us into believing we do… I have desires for things like everyone else… I just need a reminder now and again that the best things in life are free.

And the best gift in the cosmos isn’t being pitched regularly on TV or on a sidewalk surfer’s spinning sign…

Our Father and His Son have already purchased what not one of us can afford…

Funny we don’t see more advertisements for that…