Thursday, December 16, 2004

Yesterday, I'm stuck in traffic on the way home and I happen to look over and see one of those skeevy check cashing places that seem to be more prevalent than cacti on the Arizona landscape. Standing right outside the door of said establishment is an obvious prostitute (I say obvious because she was dressed like a movie hooker, purple hot pants, red tank top, patchy rabbit fur coat, bad blonde weave - yeah, she was that hooker).

You don't need to be in the marketing department to appreciate genius product placement like that - she might as well have been wearing a sign that said "hey, Cowboy, I notice you've got a couple hundred dollars burning* a hole in your pocket"

(*please insert your own hooker/burning sensation jokes here)