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About a week ago I was waiting at a bus stop after saying goodbye to some friends at a bar. I hadn't been waiting long when a small man with a big white beard and a nice hat and a growth on his right eyelid asked me if I was coming home from work. I thought this was an odd question for 11:30 at night, and I told him no, just going home.
"What is your profession?" he asked. The semester had just ended and I was in the middle of a job search, so after a little stammering I landed on "secretary."
"Ah," he said, "Heh-heh. You look like a secretary... Would you like to get a sandwich?"
"Sorry?"
"Would you like to have a sandwich with me? There'd be no obligation."
"Um, no. Sorry. This is my bus."
"Sandwich" my ass.
By the way, my "profession" is now Office Manager (at least for the next year or so). Check out my new employers at www.bcj.com
"What is your profession?" he asked. The semester had just ended and I was in the middle of a job search, so after a little stammering I landed on "secretary."
"Ah," he said, "Heh-heh. You look like a secretary... Would you like to get a sandwich?"
"Sorry?"
"Would you like to have a sandwich with me? There'd be no obligation."
"Um, no. Sorry. This is my bus."
"Sandwich" my ass.
By the way, my "profession" is now Office Manager (at least for the next year or so). Check out my new employers at www.bcj.com