I came in for help on an investment and found myself before this brown haired middle-aged man with a toothy grin, the kind of grin you expect to find on the face of a used car salesman. The first thing I noticed was that his eyes wandered to my blouse. He was looking me up and down in what was supposed to be a serious business meeting. I had the impression that he wasn't listening to a word he said. Quickly, he began talking about himself in this unprofessional sounding back east accent. I think he was more interested in a date with my boobs than helping with my investment. I cut the meeting short and left. I thought neanderthal went extinct a long time ago, but it looks like I was mistaken.
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