I met some girl at a bar last weekend that had one of the funnier jobs I had ever heard. She was a closet organizer. I asked her if she organized anything else, and she told me that she strictly did closets. I told her I did not know that such a job even existed, and she launched into her whole business spiel. I asked her if there was a big market for such a thing, and she swore up and down that there was. I told her I was glad she had been able to make a career of such a thing, and I do not know if she thought I was being sincere or being a jerk. I think it was a little bit of both to be completely honest. It actually turned into one of the better conversations I have had with a girl at a bar in a while. I really do not enjoy the crowded bar scene, and I have a hard time hearing people over the blaring loud music. I do not even remember how I started talking to her to begin with. I think my friend Brian must have been playing, “Have you met Benny.” Which is when he walks up to a girl like he is going to talk to them and then just introduces them to me and walks away.