Mr. Cash

We've been having some issues with the paper being delivered, so this morning I was forced to read yesterday's version of the Hindustan Times. According to the commercials, reading the HT means you will not be affected by anything around you. The imagery they use is a guy sitting on a park bench with paint splattering everywhere and people moving around. Naturally, the guy remains seated in his pressed white shirt and slacks, reading the Hindustan Times like nothing is happening.

Anyways...so I'm reading the front page when I notice this little black box with the words, "Meet Mr. Cash, Pg 3."

"Who's Mr. Cash," I wondered, "he sounds like a highly-principled character."

I turned to page 3 and saw the headline: "Mr. Cash, the pimp with an MBA." Well, add that to the list of career aspirations for someone with an MBA.

Nothing about the story was particularly funny...the guy was just running an escort service under the guise of a modelling agency...but the title almost had me rolling around on the floor.

I always wondered how pimps got a competitive advantage....never would've thought it involved higher-education.