Sleazy Shaunee

Riding my bike today made me curious of the city's laws on bicycles. I had assumed bikes belong on the road for the sake of pedestrians, but one non-gentleman driving a car begged to differ. Though he didn't beg, he swore: "Get tha fuck out da street!" However, I did enjoy the rapid clicking noise that insecure sidewalk bricks made as I raced over them. Today's mental image was of one especially clickety brick clicking to a vertical position to jam my rear tire and send me over the handlebars without a helmet on.

Salesmen breed salesmen is what going to the gym taught me this afternoon. Looking for a part-time job, I was ushered into an interview by Shaunee merely a few hours after I filled the application out. Interview for what? I forgot to ask. Very cryptic questions about my Physics background ensued. Awkwardly I gathered Shaunee had special plans for me; he was recruiting for a membership sales manager. I was being pitched a job by a salesman to be a salesman! Pardon my confusion; the previous day I called up a few classified ads that were offering work only to find out I had to pay a $45-$60 registration fee to VIEW the job offers. Now I'm being pitched a position I didn't know existed prior to my showing up. Sleazy Shaunee. Before I realize it I'm agreeing to a second interview. What the heck is going on here? This town is cut-throat and Shaunee is good at his job. He so elegantly dropped the words "six figures" if I can sell six corporate memberships a day, then threw in how he went to Cornell and studied Biomedical Engineering.

I also felt uncomfortable with my $3 Chinatown belt for not having a hole between its second and third hole. My blue jeans and white button-down shirt either sagged or constricted depending on the rung.