I was recently at a strip bar contemplating a lap dance, or what's behind door number two, when the silicone / botox enhanced hottie asked me what I did for a living. I just said, "airline pilot", assuming that she would think that I was kidding anyway.

She kinda curled up her upper lip, and told me that she thought that was a terrible job that doesn't pay well, works long hours, blah, blah.

The word is out. And I chose door number two.