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| - | You are sitting on | + | You are sitting on your couch in your tiny Boston apartment watching television. It’s a Monday morning, not that you care. You don’t have a job anymore. You should be out looking for a job, but today is hot and you are feeling lazy. Besides, you have a couple grand in the bank. You can hold off for a while until a good job comes around. You are flipping through the channels looking for something good on television, but as usual it’s all soap operas. You finally settle on the Spanish channel with a hot actresses blabbering gibberish. Maybe you should go out and do something today, you think to yourself. |
<br><br>You hear a knock at the door. “Who is it?” you yell out. | <br><br>You hear a knock at the door. “Who is it?” you yell out. | ||
<br><br>“It’s me, man. Harvey,” responds the visitor. | <br><br>“It’s me, man. Harvey,” responds the visitor. | ||
Current revision as of 05:54, 5 March 2013
You are sitting on your couch in your tiny Boston apartment watching television. It’s a Monday morning, not that you care. You don’t have a job anymore. You should be out looking for a job, but today is hot and you are feeling lazy. Besides, you have a couple grand in the bank. You can hold off for a while until a good job comes around. You are flipping through the channels looking for something good on television, but as usual it’s all soap operas. You finally settle on the Spanish channel with a hot actresses blabbering gibberish. Maybe you should go out and do something today, you think to yourself.
You hear a knock at the door. “Who is it?” you yell out.
“It’s me, man. Harvey,” responds the visitor.
Oh, thank god, you think. Your friend Harvey is here. He’ll stave off the boredom. “Come on in,” you call out to him.
Harvey walks into your apartment and plops down on your couch. “Hey, whatcha watching?” he asks.
You glance back at the television, looking at actresses blab on about god knows what. A bit embarrassed, you mutter, “I don’t even know.”
Harvey chuckles softly to himself. “Say, are you still unemployed? I may know a guy who is looking to hire you.”
“It better not be your boss. I don’t want to work as a flight attendant.”
“No, man. Not a flight attendant. It’s something different.”
“Yeah? What is it?”
“I’ll show you. Just come with me. I promise you, it’s a lot better than a flight attendant.”
