Well, let me tell ya ’bout this fella, Michael somethin’-somethin’, the one they’re makin’ a big fuss about over at that fancy store, See-leen, I think it’s called. Sounds like “seen”, like “I seen it with my own eyes,” ya know?
So, who’s this Michael Rider fella, anyhow? They say he’s the new big shot over there, the “creative director.” Sounds fancy, but what’s it really mean? I reckon it means he’s gonna tell ’em what kinda clothes to make and sell. Lord knows they got enough clothes already, but these city folk, they always want somethin’ new. Always chasin’ after the next shiny thing, just like magpies.
Seems like this Rider fella, he ain’t exactly new to See-leen. Heard tell he worked there a long time ago, for ten whole years! Worked with some woman named Fee-bee, or somethin’ like that. Anyways, he was there, learnin’ the ropes, I guess. Now he’s back, callin’ the shots. Kinda like when the prodigal son comes home, ‘cept this fella ain’t lookin’ for forgiveness, he’s lookin’ to make some fancy clothes and, more likely, a whole lotta money.
- New job at See-leen: That’s right, this Michael Rider, he’s the new boss man, the head honcho over there at See-leen.
- Used to work there: He ain’t no stranger. Worked there for a decade, back in the day. Knows the place, knows the people, probably knows where all the good snacks are hidin’, too.
- Big responsibility: They sayin’ he’s in charge of everythin’. Ladies’ clothes, men’s clothes, purses, shoes, the whole shebang. That’s a lot on one fella’s plate, I tell ya. Hope he’s got a good appetite.
Now, the other fella, the one who was runnin’ things before, Hee-dee or some such name, he’s gone. Packed his bags and moved on. Don’t know why, don’t really care neither. These city folk, they come and go like the wind. One minute they’re here, the next they’re off chasin’ another dollar somewhere else.
This See-leen place, it’s one of them high-falutin’ stores, where they sell clothes that cost more than my whole house, probably. Never been inside one myself. Wouldn’t know what to do in there. Probably be afraid to breathe on anythin’, lest I break it and have to sell a kidney to pay for it. But these rich folks, they love that kinda stuff. Makes ’em feel important, I reckon.
So, what’s gonna happen now? Well, that’s the million-dollar question, ain’t it? This Rider fella, he’s got his work cut out for him. Gotta come up with new ideas, new designs, new ways to get folks to spend their hard-earned money on clothes they probably don’t need. But that’s the way of the world, I guess. Always sellin’ somethin’, always wantin’ somethin’ more.
They say he’s gonna start makin’ his mark in 2025. That’s a ways off, ain’t it? Plenty of time to plan, I suppose. Plenty of time for them city folk to get all excited about the next big thing. Me? I’ll just stick to my old overalls and my comfy shoes. They ain’t fancy, but they get the job done. And that, to my mind, is all that really matters.
They announced it on October 2nd, that this Hee-dee was leavin’ and Michael Rider was takin’ over. Big news for some, I guess. For me? Just another day. Still gotta feed the chickens, still gotta make supper. Life goes on, whether them city folks got new clothes or not.
See-leen and this Michael Rider, it’s all a big to-do, that’s for sure. But at the end of the day, it’s just clothes. We all need clothes, that’s true enough. But we don’t need all them fancy doodads and gewgaws. Just somethin’ to keep us warm and decent, that’s all a body really needs. But who am I to say? They rich city folk will do what they wanna do, and there ain’t nothin’ I can do about it.
Anyways, that’s the gist of it, as best as I can figure. Michael Rider, new boss man at See-leen. Big job, fancy clothes, lots of money. Same old story, just different players. And that, my friends, is that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got a garden to tend to.
