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Jan 17, 2008 01:46

At work they're all about us talking to our customers like they're our friends. Building a relationship, acting concerned, showing some empathy. In other words, stuff that I suck at.

Tonight I talked to a fellow from New England. While trying to build some rapport we got talking about vacations and I mentioned that I was planning on a taking a trip to Nevada next month. He got all excited about it:

"nevada you say?!" he exclaimed. Upon my confirmation that yes, I did say Nevada, he let out a long and wistful sigh and said "ahh I miss the whores of Nevada."

Mind you, he's almost 70 and has a super thick accent that makes him sound like Elmer Fudd with a lisp. Whores becomes hoo-ahs.

"excuse me?" I say, because I'm sure he's not serious. I must be horny and hearing things because he wouldn't say he misses prostitutes. Would he?

"HOOAHS!! You know. Ladies you pay money to spend the night with." Ok, he meant it. And he keeps going, telling me it's been ten years since he visited "them hooahs" and that he likes them better than "the ladies you gotta buy flowers for and all that hullabaloo, because that just takes too much time to get down to the business at hand." Then he insists that I check out them hooahs for him while I'm in Nevada and wisely instructs me to "shop around, because you get what you pay for".

Classy. And AWESOME. I hope I'm still that horny, dirty, open and actually still alive when I'm that old.
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