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my first design related job was in a small print shop. 3 presses in the back and a few copiers in the front. the fax machine was the chief revenue generator. clientele consisted of people xeroxing 300 page manifestos for street corner distribution and unemployeds printing resumes, names centered across the top in all caps on marble print paper.
jimmy was a regular customer, what follows was my first encounter with him.
he was working at the self serve copier with his back to me. "ya ever had one of them salt water enemas?" his volume set to 10.
i tried to think of an answer that might derail a story that he was obviously anxious to tell. before i could answer, he spoke even louder.
"i have! a home kit deal. last week. twice! wicked" that was as far as the non sequitur went.
he was concerned with the quality of the copies. he explained that the copies contained evidence against cher that would soon ruin her career.
he told me he was recently stationed in germany serving in the u.s. army. cher was visiting to entertain the troops and he was assigned to keep her happy. jimmy claimed cher tied him to a chair naked and forced him to drink whiskey till he was sick. as he drank, she danced around him performing a striptease. once he passed out, cher told his commanding officer that jimmy was drunk and unable to perform his duties. these events that led to his discharge were documented in the collated and stapled documents spewing forth from the xerox.
actually, jimmy was probably the highlight of that job. i find crazy people highly entertaining.