Random Rent Boys

So, I'm driving home from work last night around midnight on Charles Street, a substantial northbound thoroughfare spanning from downtown Baltimore through the city to the northern suburbs of Baltimore County. Construction forced me to detour onto smaller side streets in the area. I'm sitting at the traffic light in my car, windows down, listening to music - all while trying my best not to fall alseep at the wheel.

In my periphery I see some guy approaching my car. Usually I'd be petrified, but last night I didn't even flinch. I'm certain that this is due to the 13-14 hour days I've been putting in at work since last Friday. Its not that I wasn't scared; I was too tired to react.

Anyways, this random dude comes up to my window. The following ensues:

Guy: What you up to?
Me: (perplexed pause) Uhhh....driving.
Guy: Oh, ok. You mixing tonight?
Me: Mixing?
Guy: (visibly frustrated at having to explain this concept to me) You know, messing with dudes.
Me: No, I'm good. Thank you.
Guy: (chuckles) You sure? Cause....
Me: (speeds through the red light)

Suddenly, I remembered I was driving through an area widely referred to by locals as "The Meat Market" - an area where 'rent boys' (male prostitutes) set up shop and offer their not-so-goodies.

I was completely out of it. Still am.

Anyways, I'm off to bed. I've got another early morning tomorrow. I wanted to share this with you guys last night, but I crashed as soon as my head hit the bed. I didn't have time to post earlier today, but I wanted to make sure I shared this with you guys. As soon as it happened I thought, "The blog boys will get a kick out of this." Hope it was at least worth a chuckle.

Good night guys.