The Pick-up Artist
I have a new guilty pleasure.
Have you seen the Pick-up Artist on VH1? When i saw the promos for this show, i went…ICK!
Now I am addicted.
The premise of the show is to take 8 guys who have no game with women, from a range of “always the friend,” to “45 year old virgin,” to “can’t talk to women, at all” and turn them into Master pick up artists.
Their teacher, guide, and judge during this process is a man called Mystery. My first thought….LAME! and seriously, not the kind of guy i would go for, AT ALL. but i am entranced. his charm comes through the television, and sucks you in.
It is formatted like reality shows before this, reward challenge, teach, and test. The winner of the test every week gets to choose 2 wingmen. all three are safe from elimination.
The winner gets some kind of prize money, and the chance to travel the world with Mystery and teach other people this method.
Really, they are basically being taught how to read people and body language, and how to come off as more attractive and confident. it is interesting.
Joe D is my favorite, and i think he is adorable, and can pick me up anytime!
I think my reality TV obsession has gone too far…
Sir, is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
So the other night at work was yet another night of adventure. I am trying to figure out who needs breaks and needs to go home when this conversation occurs:
Man in orange shirt: excuse me ma’am, are you a supervisor?
Me:Yes I am, how can I help you? (Have I mentioned i got a promotion?)
Man: I thought you should know that my youngest son just saw a man walk in with a gun in his pocket.
Me, In my head: Shit, shit, shit!
Me, out loud: Ok, what door was it at?
Man: that one.
Me: what did he look like? I need a description.
Man: short, heavyset, dark hair.
Me: anything else?
Man: um, no, i just thought you should know.
Me, in my head: well thanks for the vaugeness!!!
Me, out loud: thank you for letting me know, i will let management know immediately.
now, i am the only supervisor around, so i radio management to call me in the office, and they do, i give them the description, and they go looking around the store for anyone matching this description. they can’t find anyone.
In the meantime, someone came and returned a pellet gun in customer service. (do you see where this is headed yet?)
Now, the rest of this story is assumption, and hearsay, from the girl from customer service.
I guess the cops were called when i alerted management. So the man with the exchanged pellet gun leaves the store, and is greeted by 2 cops, guns drawn. They get cuffed because they can’t produce a reciept, until they finally go inside to get a duplicate reciept, and they are ticked!!!
I can’t wait to read the police report on this one in the paper tomorrow…then maybe i will have more of the story.
Moral to this story: let a people greeter know when you are returning something. thank you!
