A BRIEF ENCOUNTER OF THE PROSTITUTE KIND
X: Come closer honey, I won’t bite.
Me: Well, that’s a relief.
X: Do you wanna have some fun, darlin’?
Me: No thanks, I just had some.
X: Oh, c’mon! I can promise you some real hard-core action.
Me: I know, and that’s what I’m afraid of.
X: Hey, I’m desperate. If I don’t get your business, I’ll be in serious trouble.
Me: Why don’t you do something better with your life. Stop demeaning yourself like this. I’m sure you could make a better living.
X: Easy for you to say. You think I like doing what I do? They are people out there who would make my life a living hell, if I stop working the streets.
Me: I’m sorry; I didn’t realize things were so tough for you.
X: You have no idea. I’ve been walking the streets for the last 6 hours and my heels are killing me. I haven’t been able to convince a single guy to come with me.
Me: That is a shame but I’m sorry, I am still not interested.
X: Damn you!!
Me: I have twenty bucks in my wallet. Here, you can have it.
X: I don’t want your charity! I want you to come…
Me: You are wasting your time. I am not bloody interested! Get it?
X: But why?!!
Me: Because I am not from the US, and there is NO way that you, as a US Military Recruiter, can sign me up for your bloody War on Terror, which incidentally, is a complete farce to the majority of sane people of this world. Now fu** off and leave me alone!