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."
posted by Aunt B at 1/11/2006 11:21:00 AM
4 Comments:
Wow, he figured out you were white just by looking at you.
I cannot imagine how the Butcher and Mrs. Wigglebottom can get anything done when they go out together. Their fans must stop them constantly.
You're white? All of my imagined fantasies of you are ruined.
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.
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