Miami Orange

A narrated 'vignette' about life in iconic Miami and Dolphins-spirit(s) and unexpected 'darkness' at a WalMart shopping-day.

An homage to Miami/Dolphins, inspired loosely by Ace Ventura (Jim Carrey). Enjoy! 

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I've been living in Miami (Florida, USA) and working at WalMart for 3 years since graduating from university/college with a degree in communication(s).

Working at WalMart shopping-center is pretty good. The pay is good, and the customer-traffic is regular/sane. It's a generally symbolic American consumerism site/hub, and its conveniences and layout re-present an American dream of lifestyle wed with money/shopping. It's all American!

We WalMart employees try to make our customers/traffic feel homely and sane. You can find just about anything at a WalMart center, and our Miami locale is no different. It's a place of convenience-shopping, and the people are simply everyday folk(s)!

Everything's cool at my WalMart center and in my life, until this stranger robber bursts in one day costumed as a 'Scarecrow' and claiming he's robbing all the cash-registers since he just can't win the lottery. He takes me hostage and drives me to an abandoned warehouse and discloses his life secret(s) to me. I'll never forget that day. This 'dude' never took his mask off and I'll never see him again, I doubt it.

I opened a bank account in Miami the next month and recontinued by 'sane' life in America, wondering if someday, while walking inside the bank for regular activities and customer-account affair(s), I just might see my stranger-robber 'Scarecrow' dude again --- perhaps trying to rob another institution because he just can't win that lottery prize!

I've decided to get a set of pretend-children's play-cards (credit-cards, driver's-license(s), membership(s)-cards, etc., etc., etc.). I carry them in my 'little wallet' now, and if I see my 'Scarecrow' dude again, I'll 'gift' him one of my children's play-cards, to lessen the general American depression in his sad life.

So, I go to a Miami Dolphins (American-football) sports-game in Miami and cheer on my girlfriend Sandy who happens to be a Dolphins cheerleader, today costumed/uniformed in one of the team's fine dress(es). The Dolphins won that game, and I kissed Sandy and hugged her and congratulated her for her terrific job(s), but I've never told her about the Scarecrow.

SANDY: I sometimes feel my good friend has some 'strange' secret I'll never know, but I'm glad my friend was at the game!

I purchased a hat-set, matching, for Sandy and me. It showcases the highlighted art-accent of 'Miami Orange' (a term some of us citizens of good Florida use to talk about the aesthetic(s) flair of our beloved Dolphins team!) in fangear and hats and sweatshirts. This Dolphins hat reminds me why 'Miami Orange' is what drove the Scarecrow mad, since he never won that damn lottery-prize!

Will the Dolphins win another Super Bowl in the near future? I doubt it. Their glory-days are perhaps behind them, with their incredible string of victories in that golden yesteryear. However, we WalMart fans cheering for 'Miami Orange' shall never consider life in this fair city 'complete' without meditation(s) on what makes that 'Miami Orange' so particularly...distant.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)