The Painter

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

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