I always wanted to meet one of those asian industrial manufacturing assembly line SPs for dinner. The ones that see an avg of 20+ clients in a day. I imagine myself meeting her for a drink at the end of the day. Me in my business suit, shoes polished, matching tie/belt/watch. Uptight out the wazzoo. Her showing up all spaghetti legged, wild-eyed, crazy white stalactite infested hair, smudgy makeup, mis-buttoned top and skirt, mis-matched shoes, purse dragging on the carpet due to weight of the cash inside, the sweet scent of friction-induced smoke still wafting out from between her legs. My opening gambit would be "Hi gorgeous! How was your day? You look like you could buy me a drink!" An incredible evening of intellectual banter sprinkled with witty repartee would ensue. Is it wrong to dream?