Wednesday, September 10, 2008
GQ Man on the RTD Bus
An RTD bus friend and I were talking about our most mindless jobs today and he springs this one on me.
"Well, I guess my most brainless job had to be when I was a male model in college," he said after half a second of reflection.
"For art classes?" I asked, trying to imagine my near-retirement, non-profit administering friend as a nude model for a forms class.
"No, it was more runway stuff for men's clothing," he explained as we disembarked.
Snapping open cans of Coke and purveying beverages with a cocktail napkin tucked neatly beneath while maintaining corporeal balance at 38,000 feet in a metal tube pressurized to 9,000 feet can't hold a candle to that occupation. Admittedly, both are glamour-filled, but I didn't get nearly the number of cat calls as my friend did.
"My friends took to calling me GQ because I would get free clothes from my modeling gigs," he said with a squint of a grin on his face.