MY NAME IS MITCH REETER.
One time in fifth grade, I called in to a radio show to play a Christmas song on my trombone. I played, but had to promptly hang up in order to go to a funeral.
On a high school trip, I got lost at a castle for over an hour and our group had to cancel the next part of the tour. It was a boring part, though, so only the grown-ups were mad at me.
I have never broken a bone or successfully shuffled a deck of cards. Both of which have precluded me from being welcomed into the paramedic poker community.
In 2010 I found a pretty cool trench coat at the Salvation Army, but I've still never quite found a way incorporate it into an outfit without looking like I'm attempting the lamest Matrix cosplay you've ever seen. I am open to advice on this topic, among others.
I like making people laugh when I can, but I'll settle for an amused eye roll if that's all they have in stock.
I'm a copywriter who enjoys doing good work. Roll your eyes all you want; it only makes me more powerful.
