I recently recalled a random interaction I once had with an awkward man during a long elevator ride. We’ve all been there.
Man: You’re really pretty.
Me: Thank you.
Man: I’d really like to paint you.
(awkward silence)
Me: That’s a nice offer, but I barely like having my photo taken.
Man: Let me give you my card.
When I got his card, it said “house painter” – interior and exterior.
Aside from laughing out loud, I was left with the question of whether he wanted to paint on me with a rolling brush from Home Depot or paint a picture of me. I guess I’ll never truly know.
SFAR
