Recently, I had a friend tell me about his experience in meeting a girl on the beach. They talked a little, and the eventual “what do you do?” occurs.
When she answered “balloon artist,” images of couture or burlesque didn’t come to mind. Nor did trips to fashion festivals in China or appearances on Comedy Central (well, unless on a 3 am rerun of a bad 80s SNL movie). Then he checked her out .
She does this: