I couldn't believe what happened to me when I saw Jack B Weinstein last week. I am not sure how I stumbled on to his website. He was local financial guy here in Redondo Beach so I thougt I would at least give him a call. That was where it all went down hill. The first ting that hit me was the smell in the office. It reeked in there like a port o potty after rock concert on a hot summer day. Then Jack jumps up out of his chair and asks me if I would like a cigarette? I couldn't believe it. Was this guy for real? Was the expecting the cig smoke was gonna knockdown that stench or make it stick the wall better? I declined the Lucky Strike non filter and sat down on the couch on his office. It was more like a pool lounge chair that had a cup holder.
The fist thing out of this guy's mouth, other than the spinach that seemed to fly off his teeth and hit my shirt unbeknownst to him, was "You know who I am, lady?""I replied, probably not the winner of the Listerine Challenge this year again.
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