I was training to take credit card applications with an experienced representative, and we had ourselves a couple of good laughs.
Early in the day, a young lady called in to apply for a card. For her job title, she called herself a freelance dancer. I would have bought that except she did her dancing near Pearson International Airport, just outside of Toronto. That part of Mississauga is well known for its strip clubs. I'm a freelance writer, and you're a freelance dancer. I'll grant you that. Dancing without clothes - you can't get any freer than that. Hey, everyone needs credit cards. Right?
Later that same day, we got a call from some young tough guy. He worked in security. Turns out he was a bouncer in a club in that same area, protecting freelance dancers from drunkards. What are the chances? I told my training partner that it was possible that these two customers had a professional relationship.
The funniest thing is my drunk credit card applicant was from that area, too. I've touched so many parts of their economy.
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