I was voted least scary looking cook at a restaurant I worked at in the 90s who for some unknown reason signed a contract with AT&T and I ended up modeling for a series of AT&T newspaper ads in my chef whites as a result.
They're doing a before and after photo spread of how the hotel visit rejuvenates and restores the haggard, drunken, slovenly, wayward traveler.
I'm a hand model, mama. A finger jockey. We think differently than the face and body boys... we're a different breed.