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.'