Porsche Man: The English Premiere West Ham

Staring the mirror down, Porsche Man interpreted the reflection as the truth, “I came here to the United Kingdom and obtained creative beauty credibility,” she exclaimed showing independent strength, “For the longest time I claimed knockout status and at the table, had good reservations.”

Experimenting with styling her locks, Porsche Man remembered the meeting scheduled, hearing the bell ring, commanding her to the door.

“Mr., Luton,” she greeted, and a short stocky business entrepreneur entered the residency.

“I tell you coming here is going to be the relegation for me,” he quipped nervously wiping his brow.

“You mean the death of a sales man?”

Taking the comment in stride the chapeau craftsmen planted himself pitch prepared, “Porsche Man, have to be honest, my days are numbered,”

“In head size?”

“Well yeah,” Mr. Luton confirmed, “but why do you want a new look? I thought you were performing knockout status with great finesse and style.”

“I was Mr. Luton, but then I got knocked out being a knockout and tired of all the successful responsible headaches I decided enough, time to move on,”

“Bayer can just do enough,” Mr. Luton heard pulling the computer out tempting the American theatrical tease, “I have one goal today,” Mr. Luton touted explaining his situation, “and that is, make sure you find the proper hat needs.”

Nearly forty minutes elapsed allowing the two to browse the Internet websites and took a break, leaving the modern-day window-shopping exercise. During the recess Mr. Luton, desperate for someone to make a purchase, found three choices, and excitedly prepared the presentation.

“Okay, Mr. Luton, I have to settle this pronto,”

“Well, I have these three available hats that say, ‘I achieved successful goals’,”

Taking a closer observation Porsche Man commentated, “this one JWP got a goal in that film JWP Goes To Washington and that one well who can forget Julie Bowen’s goal in Julie Bowen goes to Washington,”

“To be honest,” Mr. Luton interrupted, “I have never heard of those movies.”

Laughing Porsche Man admitted, “you have to go deep into their backgrounds,”

“Oh,” responded Mr. Luton, “I have this one from a new designer that may translate ‘respect me or else’.”

Recognizing the earthly tone Porsche Man loved the product and confirmed the sentiments, “Mr. Luton, this is perfect,” she expressed watching herself hand over the plastic card, “I will take it.”

Remembering the light-night advertisement Porsche Man complemented her gentlemen guest, “you were right you gave me three goals and a photogenic insertion making my portfolio complete.”

“Yeah, you are going to finish in the top ten, Porsche Man,” Mr. Luton collected all his hats, “you had a good run here in the English Premiere.”

Energized with the kind thoughts, Porsche Man escorted Mr. Luton out, “well, I am happy I have got the goal I wanted,” he paused, “I sold one of my hats to Porsche Man, the spangling star with a banner personality,”

“I wish you the best, Mr. Luton, returning to the level where you should get winning profit results.”

After Mr. Luton departed, Porsche Man disappeared into the bathroom enjoying the new fashion accessary. Admiring her Americana character persona a satisfied aura relaxed the hard-working model actress.

“I think I am going to go down to the citizens next week, mingle with them, wearing this ensemble,”

“Then what?” An invisible voice inquired.

“Then,” she addressed the off-stage question, “pack my bags knowing I was not only in the top ten but competitive in the knock out rounds.”

Soon, the ghostly interrogation disappeared, signaling Porsche Man ‘make a final move’ while standing her ground and remind everyone the West Ham United hammer girl was here, igniting fireworks, blowing bubbles, entertaining all.