We are on The Great Wall after our climb.
There's a larger area here where you can get souvenirs and even engraved plaques
that read, 'I climbed The Great Wall of China'.
We're met with a group of high school students.
They are from Chicago, and part of an orchestra of some kind.
There are lots of giggles and shy glances.
And guys in the background with looks of, 'whatever....'
One of the girls asks me, with overly animated hands,
"Ummm, we were wondering ... are you a model?"
Before I can answer, my brother chimes in,
"Yeah, he models underwear. You've probably seen him in Calvin Klein. I'm his agent."
I give him a look that says, "YOU ****!"
He gives me a look that says, "Just roll with it."
So, they ask my agent, "Can we take a picture with him?"
He considers this, like a good agent would, and joyfully declares,
"Well, of course you can!"
This whole exchange makes me feel somewhat violated.
Shortly after, I'm getting my picture taken with twenty beaming young ladies.
My agent is leaning against the wall with a look of victory on his face.
And maybe somewhere in Chicago,
there's a picture of a bunch of girls and one redneck from Arkansas ...
that will be pointed out as,
'the Calvin Klein model we met on The Great Wall of China.'
Life is funny that way.