There is a security guard where I work, a white woman of ancient years. I say ancient as she 10 or 15 years older than I, that must push her over into antiquity. She stopped me the other day as I was returning to my desk from one of my many bathroom runs. She knows from a prior conversation that I used to work for the parent company of Saks Fifth Avenue.
She asked me, “You used to work for a clothing store, right? Did you model for them?”
I looked at her funny and replied, “No I programmed for them like I program here. Why do you think that?”
“Well,” she said, “you walk with such good posture and your wear your hair long and a little different.”
My hair is on the longish side, and I have taken to putting a bit of gel in it and combing it straight back. I would have to admit it is not the typical hairstyle you see in corporate America.
Just picking at her I asked, “Are you trying to ask me if I am light in my loafers, as male models have that reputation.”
She tries to back pedal a little, and I then I decide to let her off the hook. I tell her, “I have a bit of bad back that forces me to walk with good posture or bent over depending on how it is feeling. And as for my hair I guess we all have our affectations.”
The ole Rev. was male model for Saks Fifth Avenue, who would have known?