This morning on the way to work I stopped for a 32-oz. fountain Diet Coke at the gas station a few blocks from work. (I needed it. I needed it.) It's the kinda place that serves a very greasy sausage, egg and cheese biscuit and old men gather there every morning for coffee and cigarettes. My high school history teacher must live there now because I see him every morning in the corner booth with his refillable coffee mug. It's my version of Cheers, the cashiers all recognize me and support my cola habit. They even floated me a dime this morning because I was short on change.
So, I walked out to the car with my giant coke in hand and opened the door when a man parked behind me said, "Ma'am." I turned to see a kinda geeky guy in glasses, not much taller than me, in a gray suit smoking a cigarette with one of those white tips on it. He was driving one of the new Cadillacs and thumbing through a local advertisement paper. (You know, those tabloid-sized papers that have everything from hair transplant ads to used wedding dresses.)
I responded, "Yes?" thinking that he was someone looking for directions. He didn't respond, so I just started getting in the car and had just turned to close the door when I noticed him beside me. He said, "I'd just like to offer you my services should you ever need them. My ad is here on page 12."
I thought to myself, "Great, it's a used car salesman or a realtor. I don't have time for this."
He handed me the tabloid and pointed to an ad. I just sat there dumbfounded. He walked off with a little swagger and wasn't threatening or aggressive in anyway. I tossed the paper into the floorboard (I had to keep the proof, I knew no one would believe me) and drove away.
I knew you wouldn't believe me either, so here it is.
I swear to you, this really happened. Should I have looked around for cameras to see if I had been "punked"?
Also, I have no idea what the going rate is, but isn't $1,000 a little steep and should I call to see exactly what that includes? And. . . do I look like I "need" his services?
Naaah, I blush at personal bridal showers, this I could not handle.
Friday, August 19, 2005
This much is true
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4 comments:
How strange! Maybe it was a really weird way of hitting on you.
You weren't wearing your I Heart Male Strippers shirt were you? You know you can't wear that to work.
I am going to drop by the gas station this morning wearing my "I *heart* $" t-shirt and see what I end up with.
hey do you know why i'm getting so many spam things. it's just all the sudden. can i turn it off? or at least delete the comments i i don't want?
I think you can delete the comments you don't want, but only when you are logged in.
You can also limit under your settings who can post, but you probably don't want to disallow non-bloggers from posting.
I think it's as simple as logging in, viewing your blog and clicking on the trash can.
However, I see from your blog you have figured all of this out.
I will quit rambling.
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