Last Thursday I got stuck in the middle of a police chase. I was parked at an intersection, and some cars came screaming around the corner, and the next thing I knew there were lights and sirens EVERYWHERE careening around my car. It was a prostitution sting gone wrong in the middle of the dinner hour on a street with lots of restaurants and pedestrians. Go Cleveland!

It was actually kind of exciting, although I was horrified by the fact that peoples' lives were put in danger just because some guy wanted to get off.

Anyway...today, I was allowed to leave work early so I strutted my stuff out the front door at four p.m.----broad daylight. Almost immediately I bumped into two drunks. One started heckling me. "Why are you crying? You look like you're crying! It can't be THAT bad!"

I WASN'T crying. I was experiencing a sinus headache and not wearing any makeup. Naturally I felt quite offended and was just about to tell the heckler to fuck himself when he offered me a job---suggesting that I work with his "associate," a similarly drunk man who was giggling quietly to himself.

This was in no way a job offer that a lady would accept.

Basically my point is that I've had two prostitution related incidents in two weeks. Skipper is probably laughing with delight, rubbing his hands together and shouting "I TOLD you that this was your eventual career!"

I can't wait to see what next week will bring.