Little Red Solo Cup

of piss

I worked for quite some time

As a a hack of hacks.

I was an wedding DJ.

Well, I was pretty damn professional really. But the music. The art wasn’t about the music. It was about reading and playing to the crowd.

It was a party job. We were there to have fun. So fun we had.

Occasionally, I would be required to play a song about a red plastic cup. This typically created a stir. It made people happy.

For many people, a red solo cup provides them with a somewhat warm feeling.

For me? This is no longer the case.

This is the story of the contractors secret

I’m a terrible boss. I couldn’t fire someone even if they were beating me up every day.

That’s not true. But. I’ve always felt held captive by contractors.

One particular contractor - George - was introduced to us as a good guy

A friend of a friend.

So we trusted him.

He did pretty good work.

Though he was slow.

(he liked to drink his Labatts while on the job)

For the whole time he worked for us? We never noticed him going to the toilet. This should have b…