Monday, November 10, 2003
OK, even I am getting tired of hearing about how sucky my job is, so I will (hopefully) entertain you with a story of an incident that happened a week or so ago.
I was at WalMart (all the best stories start with that phrase), waiting for a photo CD to be "developed", and there were these two college girls (or of that age) waiting also for their photos. One was a nice-looking, girl-next-door-type redhead, and the other was a taller, slightly prettier blonde. We struck up a conversation over the NASCAR disposable cameras dispayed on the counter (no, apparently Kevin Harvick does not come with the camera, just his picture). I noticed that the blonde had on these really cute buff suede boots, the kind that sorta look like the go-go boots of old. So, not being one to hold back credit where credit is due, I told her that I liked her boots. She thanked me, and the redhead chimed in with, "Yeah, she's always very put together like that." They exchanged a glance that spoke of an inside joke, then the blonde said, "Yeah, I am Barbie, aren't I?" Before I could stop myself (like I would anyway), I replied, "Well, dear, they say that recognizing that you have a problem is the first step to overcoming it." The two girls stopped for a beat, then burst out laughing. The redhead said, "That was great! We wanna hang out with you!" Of course, at that point I had to admit that it would be much more appropriate for me to hang out with their parents. But thanks, anyway, whoever you were, for validating that I still got it. (Comedy-wise, that is. God forbid anyone should think that I'm a creepy old lady. :^)