06.06.01
I'm walking home, after work today, when a man pulls into the lot adjacent to the patch of sidewalk I'm treading upon, an expectant look upon his face as he stares in my direction.
As I begin to walk past, he says those words I expected to hear, "Excuse me..."
Great, someone else wants directions. I swear to GOD I'm a walking atlas or something.
"Excuse me, but I work for a company called Adult Tech Websites. Have you ever heard of us?"
It's bad enough that solicitors are knocking on my door, but now they're flagging me down on the street too?
"You haven't? Well, I've been in town all week talking about our business, and what we do, which is that we produce adult-oriented websites."
Adult-Oriented? He doesn't mean...
"Have you ever thought about working out of your house, making $2500 a week or more without ever having to leave your home?"
What the hell?
"Well, you can make that kind of money for 2 hours of digital photography a week, and you don't even have to show your face..."
'No thank you.'
"Well, thanks for listening, and have a nice day."
'You too.'
Boy, did he pick the wrong person to be internet pin-up spank material.
I suppose I'm mildly flattered though, unless he was exceedingly desperate for talent -- it being the off-season for nubile college co-eds, and all.
