(Maybe I will just start blogging about all the people I encounter who are handing out flyers…)

So I’m walking home from work tonight and get sucked in by a woman handing out postcards. Not only sucked in, but I gave in and let her give me the schpiel…she was promoting some workshops, and as she went through it, something caught my attention…

“And this one’s called ‘Bringing Out the Millionaire In You”.

I stopped dead in my tracks and tried not to bust out laughing right in her face. “I am quite sure that I don’t HAVE a millionaire in me!” (leaving out what I wanted to say, which was, “Unless I ate him!”)

She spouted some platitudes about “everyone has a unique gift, yada yada yada” and mentioned Bill Gates (an extremely useful and relevant comparison for a 47-year old who works in a call center…) and who knows what else. I had stopped listening, because all I could think about was the fact that I had to get a copy of that postcard, because blog fodder!!!

I acted like I was very interested in that particular card, handily cutting off her schpiel at the same time. I told her, “I’ll definitely think about it” and walked away, thinking about it. So really I told her the truth!

I’m thinking about it, all right. Thinking about how this is the funniest thing I have ever heard. Wondering if the millionaire inside of me is male or female, if he or she would like some pizza, if I should name my millionaire…

And then I laughed like Peppa Pig, which is to say that I laughed so hard that I snorted and fell on the ground.

Sooo…if you’re looking for me this weekend, I’ll be hanging out with my inner millionaire.