That's right, I held a part time job as a mannequin. Although I'm far from being a dummy, working as a mannequin didn't require much in brain-work. What it did require was a nice hard body, in which I had. Working as a mannequin offered me the chance to be undressed and re-dressed by some really good-looking mannequin decorators. They had their hands all over me and I had to do my best not to flinch because if I did, my gig was over.
Day after day I went into work with a smile and set myself up on the pedestal before the store opened. I had to resume my exact posture and position as the previous day otherwise some keen-eyed bastard with a penchant for detail would notice and complain to management. That could've been the end of my gig. God forbid! I would have had to go on the dole then.
To this day, I keep a stiff upper lip when I walk past the clothes stores.
By Rick J. Fico
