A while ago, I was in the studio just finishing up a new design, when a middle aged man comes in to browse the shop. He saunters over to my work space and looks down at the drawing of a buxom mermaid, sitting on a rock with a baby mermaid in her arms.
I kid you not…his forehead broke out in tiny dots of perspiration. He kept staring at the mermaid’s over-endowed chest for an uncomfortable amount of time, mouth agape. The appeal was lost on me. First of all it was a drawing, thin marker lines on white paper and the breasts were very discreetly covered with starfish.
It was terribly awkward standing there so I did the only thing I could think of to do and asked him. “Do you think they’re big enough?”
I tell no lie…he replied, “Ooohhhhh yeessss”. It came out breathy, soft and slow, almost a whisper.
And then I just couldn’t resist and asked, “What do you think of the octopus?” Referring to the big, two foot long octopus directly below the mermaid.
His reply? “What octopus?”