Down the street from Starbucks is the Branson Landing, an outdoor mall full of possibilities.
So after my shift this morning, I make the rounds, collecting applications.
At some point, I enter a shoe store much too cool for me, manned by three bros approximately somewhere in their twenties. I ask for an application, and they're appropriately nosey and ask me a bunch of questions about myself.
And somehow, I tell them I'm a singer. They want me to sing something.
Really? Well. . . Okay. I'm thinking, you asked for it.
So I decide to go all out, since, well, they did ask for it, and I bust out an aria from La Bohème that I sang my junior year of college. They clapped for me, so I guess I didn't embarrass myself to badly.
It was the most bizarre thing that's happened to me in a long time.
So in case you've been wondering, singing opera for strangers in shoe stores is always a good idea, and should be done often.