Me the prostitute

Guess I haven't told you about the time I was mistaken for a prostitute.

This was the time I was in the midst of my high-flying career. I was flying into Copenhagen for a meeting, and staying in one of the top business hotels with three restaurants. Was going for dinner when I ran into a colleague from the same office I usually worked in. We decided to have dinner together and catch up.

Afterwards we went for a night-cap in the bar, and while sitting there I got a matchbox thrown at my shoulder. It was meant to hit my colleague, thrown by one of his business associates, and I guess to tell him he hit the jackpot that night.

Gosh, were they surprised when they learned. And we later ended up working on the same project.