Once upon a time there was an employee at a local 7-11 store named Michael. He worked hard every night to make all the customers very happy. One night, a customer named Ralph (yes, his true name) came into the store and bought some cigarettes. As he walked out the door he said, “See ya later Slobokan”…
Michael pondered the meaning of this word for the rest of his shift. The next night when Sir Ralph walked into the store, Michael asked him “What is a Slobokan???”
Ralph only responded with, “YOU are a Slobokan” and he wandered off into the night. Michael once again pondered the meaning of this phrase… His head began to ache…
This cycle repeated for almost 3 months. And on a clear, quite October evening, Ralph once again entered the store. This time Michael confronted him in a violent tone (the stress of not knowing what a Slobokan was, was killing him). Ralph looked shocked, and said, “Okay Okay, Calm down, I will tell you what a Slobokan is”.
Michael sat. Ralph ran. Michael was pissed. Michael vowed revenge!
Ralph entered the store most hesitently the next night, and Michael yelled at him, “You are gunna get it buster (it was really worse than that) , and you’ll never know when or HOW!” Ralph seemed thrilled with the threat… He said, “Thats exactly what a Slobokan would say”.
Ralph bought some coffee and a pack of cigarettes, and stopped to chat with Michael. And he said,
“A Slobokan is one who is different from all others, and will help shape the events of the world, never revealing his plan, never faltering in his stride, and you my friend, are a Slobokan.”
THE END
And that is how I started using the nickname.
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