This is not about exercise.
This is not about diet.
So I have this job interview.
I am in an interview room facing the street.
The street is narrow and the building across the way are relatively close.
It has been a long day.
I wasn’t doing very well at the interview.
I was with the next to last interviewer.
His back was to the street.
Across the way was a college dorm with enormous, tall windows.
A very attractive VERY ATTRACTIVE young woman, with a spectacular one in a million body was stripping in front of the open window down to her panties.
I could not believe what I was seeing.
I started hemming and hawing and hesitating in my answers.
She started trying on a succession of tiny bras.
Her panties were thong-sized and nearly invisible.
She took a very long time A VERY LONG TIME to get dressed.
She was facing the window the entire time.
I have no idea what I said during that part of the interview.
Of all the dirty tricks that fate can play upon you.
I probably won’t get the job.
You seriously can’t make this [*&^%] up.
Peace Be the Botendaddy