Frankie the Rafting Ninja
Woke up this morning a little groggier than usual- could be the allergies, could be the fact that I’ve been watching a dog that loves to get me up at 5:30 am. Thanks, Hoback. In any event, my magic elixir (tea and honey) couldn’t quite snap me out of it. I continued to stumble through my morning until customers started showing up for a 10 am scenic…and I got to meet “the ninja”. Let’s call him Frankie. Pre-Pre-Tween Frankie rolled up into the office to rock it. After informing us that he was actually probably most likely over eighteen, we agreed to settle on a still exorbitantly high seventeen (Frankie actually did have a rockin’ scab under his bottom lip that, in the shadowy morning light, did look oddly like a goatee- which I guess could make him look like a very very short seventeen-year-old).
After convincing him that even though he was born in a cold state and probably has excellent frigid waters tolerance, we got Frankie into a mini man wetsuit. In which he looked like a superhero. Or a ninja. As I suited other customers up, I hear Frankie from behind the dressing room door say, “I’m like a ninja. Ninja’s are deadly and silent.” [pause] And then ominously, “And also unspeakably violent”.
I have one word for comments like that coming out of a kid wearing full wetsuit gear: Awesome.
Turns out that they were lyrics from a kids song (did you know Bare Naked Ladies has a whole children’s album??? Look out Rafi!)…whatever. I’m still impressed with his vocab and the way he easily spliced song lyrics into everyday conversation. We might have a pop culture genius on our hands. Interestingly, “The Ninja Song” is not Frankie’s favorite. It’s actually Track 23, which I encourage you all to check out.
The point of all of this? It’s awesome how a customer can make your day. Rock on and Raft on.

















































