Yesterday, Lisa was so nice and took us out to eat at The Cheesecake Factory. The food was very, very delicious. I especially loved the avocado egg rolls. When we arrived at the restaurant, the entrance was packed full of people waiting to get a table. We were told that it would be about an hour wait. We walked around the mall a little bit, and the baby started to get a little fussy, so Katie went to the super nice bathroom in Nordstroms to feed her. I was sitting in a nice armchair outside the bathroom, waiting for them to finish.
While I was waiting in that chair, a girl with a Russian accent walked up to me and said, "Excuse me, but how tall are you?"
I replied, "Huh? Oh, um, around 5 foot 9?"
I was having flashbacks of the girl trying to do my nails. I wasn't sure what this was all about.
She said, "I'm run a modeling company in the area and you fit the profile of the person we are trying to look for. Would you be interested in being a model for us?"
I'm not really sure what the profile was they were looking for. A skinny, pale guy with glasses? Something seemed a little fishy. Although, I do have some experience as a model.
Pretty good, eh? They've kept me in that header for Independent Study for over two years now and through many different layout design changes. Must be because I look so sharp.
I told her that I wouldn't have time for that, but thanks anyway for asking. You can't help but be flattered when someone asks you to be a model.