What does $4,000 buy?

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I must be doing something wrong. I just can't imagine paying a woman $4,000 for just 4 hours of her time unless she's representing me in court - or selling me a car.

Yes, what is most mind-boggling about the Spitzer case is the amount of money he forked over for the four hour session. What did they do for four hours?

I was talking with a friend of mine - we both eat very well. "She'd have to be covered in barbecue sauce," my buddy said.

4 grand? Absolutely, barbecue sauce, and a few dozen martini's and a round of golf, and linguine and clam sauce with the big prawns thrown in. And a Yankee game with seats behind home plate, an hour of gambling at a fine casino. Hell, a couple of cuban cigars, a book of postage stamps, and she'd have to fill my car with gas.

Okay, maybe I'm getting a little carried away with that. The gas would put me over the top.

The time would also be a slight problem. What would we possibly do for the last 3 hours and 53 minutes? Play Yahtzee? Watch Drew Carey reruns?

I just don't get it. When I'm in charge there won't be any free time for the politicians to get caught up in prostitution rings, in airport bathrooms, or even cavorting with an intern. No, the people working for me will be way too busy to even think about sex.

What a shame that we're even talking about it, but four grand for four hours is just too much to pass up. No wonder he was haggling about the price.

Comments

Carrie Lynn Fazzolari said…
Funny post! So sad, so ridiculously sad for his wife & daughters, yet another reminder that not everyone is built the same. They not only have to get over his infidelity, they have to deal with the fact that it was with a prostitute! Does it really matter though? '

I wonder if the barbecue sauce was included in the $4K total, or if he had to pay extra...
12 March, 2008
nmallen said…
You have my vote!
12 March, 2008
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