(The scene opens.)
(Picture, if you will, a girl at work, at five o'clock on a Tuesday evening. The girl is me, CULLY, and the work is Old Time Photo, one of those joints where you dress up in period costume and have people take faux-serious pictures of you. CULLY is accompanied by various COWORKERS, all hanging about by the end of the counter, mending costumes and making conversation to pass the time.)
(The phone rings. CULLY goes to answer it.)
CULLY: Professor Bellows' Old Time Photo, how may I help you?
(A very manly voice (hereafter known as KATHERINE) sounds on the other end of the line.)
KATHERINE: Hello, my name's Katherine, and I wanted to ask you some questions.
CULLY: By all means, please do.
KATHERINE: I was wondering... if it would be possible for you to do erotic or nude photography.
( it gets worse from here, trust me )
I have no clue if it was a prank call, or if it genuinely was a transsexual attempting to initiate phonesex with me whilst I was at work, but MY GOD. Hilarious. Awkward as fuck, but my god if it didn't just make my day. Seriously, I cannot say that I have ever had a conversation remotely like that before, ever. I was hysterical with laughter as I attempted to relate the story to my coworkers, all of whom had been eyeing me curiously for the duration of the conversation that they'd overheard.
SERIOUSLY. Wow. Just wow.