Now this isn't quite hate mail, but I feel like it is close enough.
I sell adult advertising for a local alternative newspaper. My office happens to be on the first floor and open to the street. A police officer wandered in to my office instead of the main newspaper office one morning. He realized what type of sales went on here, and asked me if my parents were ashamed of me. He then went on to ask if I sneak in and hide from people passing by my door. I answered that " I walk proudly in to my office everyday and my parents are proud of their daughter for working at a job for a company she loves."
The man looked at me, shrugged, and asked for a piece of candy from the big bowl on my desk. He reached in the other bowl and questioned what the round tins were. They are custom condoms we hand out. He took one for him and his partner and a handful of candy. I just laughed.
I sell adult advertising for a local alternative newspaper. My office happens to be on the first floor and open to the street. A police officer wandered in to my office instead of the main newspaper office one morning. He realized what type of sales went on here, and asked me if my parents were ashamed of me. He then went on to ask if I sneak in and hide from people passing by my door. I answered that " I walk proudly in to my office everyday and my parents are proud of their daughter for working at a job for a company she loves."
The man looked at me, shrugged, and asked for a piece of candy from the big bowl on my desk. He reached in the other bowl and questioned what the round tins were. They are custom condoms we hand out. He took one for him and his partner and a handful of candy. I just laughed.