22 November 2010

The Whorehouse Confab

A few weeks ago I was walking back to my car in a Covington parking lot. Two guys pulled in and the passenger leaned out his window and told me they were looking to party and asked if I could direct them to a whorehouse. This struck me as totally absurd and I figured I misheard them. I asked "What?" twice more and sure enough, they wanted me to tell them where to find a whorehouse. It was 9am.

I told them I was not aware there were any known whorehouses and if there were, I unfortunately did not know where they were. I wished them luck and they resumed their quest for the Holy Tail.

After I shook off the initial absurdity of the encounter, I got a little depressed. I wonder how many other people look at me and think, "Now there's a guy who looks like he knows where to find some Northern Kentucky whores.'

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

LOL, and at 9am...

Mark said...

You should have told them that the best whorehouse in the Tri-State is cleverly disguised as a police station. Just walk in and yell, "One of youse give me a blow job!"

At 9 am they might have bought it.

Michelle said...

Wow. I suppose 9 am is just as good a time as any but it's odd they were so bold about their inquiry. I guess they weren't looking for the classy whores you find in the phone book cleverly disguised as escorts.

5chw4r7z said...

You do kind of look like a person who has to pay for it.

WestEnder said...

That's not what your wife said last weekend when you were out of town.