“Client?” I respond.
“Who paid you to do this?” he persisted.
“Well, let’s see: Chevron gave me a lot of information, a bottle of water, and a plate of spaghetti. The American Petroleum Institute bought me a some eggplant parmesan, and put me up at a local hotel for two nights. But they aren’t my clients.”
“Who is?”
“The people of the United States in general, and residents of California, in particular. They need to know more about how we get oil and natural gas. Here in the Golden State, we need to evaluate whether more investment in oil production could jump-start our economy without it jeopardizing the environment—even on such a superficial level that it might affect the tourist industry, which is yet another of our economic mainstays.
“Unfortunately,” I continued, “none of these people recognize yet that I’m the best thing that ever happened to them, so they aren’t going so far as to pay me at present. But they will.”
Stalking the wild oil wells.
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Goodness, you actually are rather good-looking.
Be still my beating heat!
Does AtH know how HAWT you are?
Aw, come on: every girl looks fetching in a hard hat.
You’re looking great. That’s a cool picture. It reminds me a bit of Gov. Palin in hunting attire.
every girl looks fetching in a hard hat
That maybe so. Have you worn the hard hat to bed? what was AtH’s reaction?
AtH says, “twice, on special occasions.”
He is, however, lying.