This One Actually Stinks!

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So, okay, now where should we put the DJ? Wait a minute. Do we have any room left? Gees, I wonder how much room he really needs? Does he have to be near anything? Hey! Here’s a place. We can put him behind the refrigerator. There’s not a whole lotta room, but he’s got a socket to plug into. Okay. This should be fine. Hey Madge? Are you done with the veggie trays?

On our contracts, we have a little clause in the Special Instructions that reads: “The Artist will be set up in direct proximity to and with an unimpeded view of the dance floor.” I remember one particular backyard wedding reception that stands out, though the Purchaser was in complete compliance with this simple directive. There was nothing between the outdoor canopy where I was to set up my table, and the dance “area,” a patch of lawn about twenty feet away. The house was right near the beach and though the ground I was on was a little soggy and uneven, the setting was really quite pleasant. But, there was one, teeny-tiny distraction. Three feet away from the canopy, someone had scattered heaps of what could only be the remains of hundreds of shrimp that had been peeled in preparation for the wedding feast and was now merrily decomposing in the sun. It stunk. It stunk continually. In other words, they assigned the DJ an area that reeked of rotting seafood garbage. Well, one consolation was, the stench didn’t always permeate the DJ area with the same overwhelming severity. Occasionally, a welcome, little breeze would blow from the opposite direction, dissipate the smell, and provide a moment of relief.