Last night while we were at Tinpan a guy came up to me and said, "My friend is a plastic surgeon…"
To which I cock an eyebrow, and try to look haughty. I figure an opener like "My friend is a plastic surgeon" is only going down one of two avenues; either he is going to follow this with something insulting like "and he does liposuction for next to nothing" or something less insulting but still less-than admirable like "and you’ve got great tits".
I’m waiting to hear something along the lines of the former, as opposed to the latter, because hey! I’m a pessismist and the world’s greatest self-critic. However, I wouldn’t not have guessed in a million years what he was going to say next.
"…and he would pay good money for a cast of your nose."
Bah?!? I hate my nose! I think it is too… sharp. And long. I think that if it was green and warty…. I digress. But apparently, it is a nose other people would pay to have. So I can’t say I was insulted… but I don’t know if "flattered" is quite the word I want either. Disturbed? Perhaps… I definitely felt it was time at that point to have another beer!