I’m at a hotel in Scottsdale, Arizona, reading a book at poolside, minding my own business. Then there is a commotion. A young female model is being surrounded by three photographers. She wraps her body in a fur coat (it’s at least 90 degrees outside) for a few shots under a palm tree. Then they’re off to the little waterfall by the pool.
Her swimwear would make Annette Funicello blush.
I look down at my white, hairless legs. My swim trunks are a manly blue. I tuck in my stomach and approach the entourage. “For a fee of $50, I’ll allow you to take a photo of me with the young lady.”
The three photographers and the model brush by me as if I am invisible.
“Okay,” I say, “I can negotiate. How about $30?”
The photographers walk on. The young model turns around and gives me a big smile and a thumbs up.
Yep, I still have it.
Choosing wisely