apparently i look like a corporate whore..

while talking to a friend about crazy people, i forgot i never told the story of what happened the second day at the tradeshow i attended in vegas..

i was dressed in normal corporate clothes, fixing a stand of tote bags we were giving out, and this old man comes up to me. he's probably in his late 60s, early 70s. starts asking me about our products,

old man carpenter: oh that's interesting. well i'm a carpenter from brighton, england. it's where the river is.
me: that's.. nice..
old man carpenter: i'm staying at the ho-jo, here's my address and phone number.
[ho-jo is short for howard johnson.. and yes, that's what he actually called it.]
me: uh..
old man carpenter: what's your name? [reads my id tag] reena? well i look forward to talking with you soon.

what the..?! seriously! it's not like i was dressed up like a playboy bunny like the models in some of the other booths.. i was dressed NORMALLY. so how in the world?

i stood there confused for a minute, walked up to one of the other people in the booth and told him i just got an old man carpenter's phone number.. his reply? "you'll have really nice cabinets!" another one replied with, "you know, there's a chapel in the hotel.. eh? :)"

*sigh* no i didn't call the number, no i didn't make a trip to the "ho-jo". i'm not that insane.