Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Mrs. Wigglebottom is More Famous than Me

At the drive-through at the West End Jack-in-the-Box the other day, I'm listening to Missy Elliot, loud, waiting on my cheeseburger. The kid comes to the window and says "Hey, aren't you that white lady with the beautiful pitbull?" "Yes," I say, "I guess." "I thought so." "You should have brought that dog with you. I love a good looking pitbull." "Well, okay." "Next time?" "Next time."

5 Comments:

Anonymous Sarcastro said...

Wow, he figured out you were white just by looking at you.

1/11/2006 02:11:00 PM  
Blogger the Professor said...

I once drove through that Jack in the Box with Mrs. Wigglebottom in my car. Maybe he thinks you're me. It's more likely that he thought then that I was you.

What must it be like when the Butcher takes Mrs. Wigglebottom out? They might be the two most known residents of Nashville.

1/11/2006 02:45:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

I cannot imagine how the Butcher and Mrs. Wigglebottom can get anything done when they go out together. Their fans must stop them constantly.

1/11/2006 03:23:00 PM  
Blogger TVonthefritz said...

You're white? All of my imagined fantasies of you are ruined.

1/11/2006 06:41:00 PM  
Blogger newscoma said...

I work at a newspaper and have used my dog in in-house ads.
People will come up to me and ask about Mabel (rat terrier/Corgi extradonaire) and say "Oh, you're that woman. How's Mabel?" One person told me I didn't deserve Mabel because of my politics (left)and that basically I sucked. I always give people their fifty cents back if they hate the paper so I gave this guy two quarters, he said "Give me the dog, I could give her a better home and then preceded to call me a bitch."
Left him with my quarters and walked away backwards, fear dripping that I was going to be shot in the back.This guy was scowling pretty hard, and I don't know if his affection for my pup was truly innocent. I do live in Tennessee, anything is possible and I didn't want my dog in some demented shotgun wedding sort of thing.
At least the Jack-in-the-box guy gave you an adjective. Your fame is awesome.
I usually just get yelled at.

1/13/2006 08:04:00 AM  

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