I meet with people on a regular basis for my job.  Regardless of how well I get to know my clients, I still make sure I’m pretty professional at all times.  Keeping that in mind, nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for the conversation I had with a client last week.

I first chatted with the receptionist lady I’d met a few times while waiting.  When he showed up, we shook hands and talked about what all was new in each other’s lives.  Of course, half of this normally involves weather discussion which is really odd to me.  Anyway, he sat down at his desk and I sat down across from him.  Within a minute of me getting settled, he dropped a bomb:

“Do you like porn,” he asked.

“Ummm…uhhh…I…uhh,” I stammered while trying to pick my jaw up off the floor.

So he asked it again…

“Do you like porn?”

“I…uh…I don’t know.  Why”

“Well if I showed you some porn would you watch it?”

I kind of brought my arms up to my sides and shrugged my shoulders while nervously replying with “I guess.” Only it came out sounding more like a question.

“I guess?”

I was afraid that he was going to show me some hardcore video on his computer.  Luckily, it was an email forward that featured one of those rubber balls that goes under one of three cups and moves around a bunch to see if you can keep track of which cup the ball is in.  It was pretty much like what they show on the jumbotron at every Royals game…except this version had a dozen women shaking their huge boobs in the background to break your concentration.  Granted, it could have been much worse, but it was hardly the kind of thing I was expecting as I sat down in his office wearing my suit and trying to act professional.   Finally, after replaying it THREE times, the computer was turned off and we got down to business.  Weird.