I worked at a place called "Sols" at RIT during most of my college career. It was a little CVS type store in the basement of Sol Huemann hall, one of the dorms. It was essentially a hole in the wall. But it was also a fantastic place to work, because there was never huge amounts of people there, and you only had 5 workers max at one time, so the community was really tight knit. I am a clam in big social situations, but in small situations like that I am an unstoppable force of personality and I just let loose.
So one night I had closing duty, and I was on stock, which meant "fool around till we closed". Since I was a good worker when we needed it, I got away with being a moron a lot, because my bosses liked me. This particular night, I emptied a Snapple box into the cooler, and was about to take it to the trash, when I realized something.
It could totally fit on my head, and the built in handles would serve as eye sockets. Presto, I was walking around with a snapple box on my head. I stated calling myself the Sol Man. And my co-workers and customers loved it. I kept up the alter ego for the rest of the time I worked there, even changing my nametag to Sol Man.
The night I started this however, my friend Ed runs to his ipod, playing over the speaker system. He plays "Soul Man" and I danced around with the mop and a box on my head as we cleaned up after closing. It was a moment of magic. It was the kinda thing that can only happen in those small close knit environments.
|Not many pictures remain from that night, but here the Sol Man is seen dancing his way to victory.|