2006-07-13
so you're an accountant
The scene: Parking ramp elevator outside of an office complex in Bloomington, home of the temp agency where I am allegedly employed.
The situation: I am returning my car after filling out some paperwork
The characters: Me and middle-aged office type with a beard.
Him: So... you're an accountant, huh?
Me: Um, no actually.
This was borderline strange in its own right because... well, when was the last time you started a conversation with a stranger by suggesting that they were engaged in the practice of an arbitrarily selected profession?
But what pushed it over the line into full-fledged blogworthy weirdness was the way he said it. He said the word "accountant" like it was code for "porn star." It's difficult to describe... I wish you could have been there to here it. But alas, you will just have to take my word on it.
zebrasaur at 4:52 p.m.
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