Work freaks

In general, I'm not inclined to mix work with "pleasure."  In other words, work shouldn't be finding its way into this blog very often.  But today I just can't help it.

You'll remember that I'm on the road for a work trip, right?  Well, this part of the job requires meeting a whole lot of people - primarily high school students and their parents.  Last night I met an older used-to-be-famous man.  I recognized him but couldn't place him, though a colleague was able to do that for me.  This 73 year old man brought his 16 year old son by to meet me (I googled him ... and confirmed that it was, in fact, him and found both his age and his son's). 

Before walking up to me, he winked at me.

When he stopped to introduce his son to me, he winked at me.

When they walked away, he winked at me.

I think winking is creepy.  I think old men winking at younger women is extra creepy.  Don't wink at me, semi-famous dude!  Please please don't wink at me.