I was working at the Essence Festival last weekend, promoting two different brands at the same time. For some of the people that saw me, I was that ecstatic guy who was dancing around and giving people free coupons. For me, I didn't just want to be that person that had a plastic smile on his face, and just giving people the coupons. That's not me. I was so happy to get that job and I was showing people my fun for the job. Apparently, it seemed to work out.
There were a few people that told others to check me out. They were all saying "Ya'll need to check out this young guy giving away these coupons. You'll love them."
I want to share that because I love everything that I do. I am happy to be in a position that I can do what I want to do in life. I know that I still have a long way to go, but I am happy to be doing what I want to do in life, and get paid to do it in the end.
While I was working, the seminar was just coming to end. Obviously, one of the first places that everyone was going to was the restroom. As people were going in and out of the restrooms, it surprised me just how many women were in line. The average prediction is that the men's room will always be the most crowded. Not in this case. Women after women were in that line. The majority of them was pregnant. So you already know that this was going to be a problem.
Suddenly, one of the pregnant women came out of the line and walked over to me.
"Excuse me," she said. "I can't stay in line any longer. My water is really getting ready to lose itself. Is there anyway I can get in there?"
"I don't know," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say. I have been with pregnant women but none of them have ever offered me to help them with something.
"I'll tell you what," she continued. "I'll give you a preposition. You can be my guardian while I use this restroom. That way, the both of us will be alright."
Knowing me and my kind self, I couldn't turn her down. I held this women by the hand and brought her to an open cubicle in the men's room. I stood there the whole time she was fixing herself. She was all done and thanked me for helping her out. She said she arrived right on time. If she waited any longer her water would have really bursted on the floor. I thought the worst was over. I was sadly mistaken.
All of the sudden, the word got out about my temporary pregnancy services. One pregnant woman after the other was coming over to me, requesting my services. Of course, I couldn't just deny them access. Before you know it, I helped out thirteen pregnant women in 30 minutes.
I received compliments from each of them while one of them tipped me four dollars.