I have always secretly wanted to be someone important. Not like the president or someone who makes a sex tape. Important like a person who lives close to a stadium and gets to charge people to park on their lawn. That was the best part of going to Dodgers games with my dad as a kid- parking on someone’s lawn. Oh how I envied and admired those families, sitting on their porches, promising to watch our car and at the same time looking like they were going to beat us up. The dad or drunk uncle would stand in the yard in his dirty tank top with a handful of cash smiling a near toothless smile and squinting into the sun. Unfortunately that was never in the cards for me. I never got to walk around in my bikini and heels as a ring girl in a boxing match. I never worked security at the airport, “randomly” selecting people to wave my beepy wand on. I never even got to wax a hairy back and complain about it. The closest I’ve ever gotten to that level of importance was working at Popeye’s behind bulletproof glass. I collected sweaty singles from strippers and counted hundreds of pennies from angry old ladies. Every day I worked there, at least one customer swore they would never return, but they always did because it was open 24 hours. One day, a woman threw her chicken at my face, but it hit the bulletproof glass in front of me instead and slowly slid down to the floor. Then she said “now look what you make me do bitch,” and walked out. That day I felt really important.
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Having parked in a few of those yards, I’m guessing that your chicken, at least, was a regular participant there!
Another perfectly-toned story. I love the way you remain true on these…
Thanks!
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If you lived near a stadium, I would totally pay to park on your lawn, C. And you can totally wax my hairy back anytime!
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This story almost made me spit coffee all over my computer screen, hahahaha….and if I knew I could have that effect on people, I would feel superbly important. Like, badge worthy important.
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lol! thanks chloe!!!
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Didn’t you carry an obese person down stairs on a stretcher once? Didn’t you feel important then? Or maybe I don’t understand.
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lol! yes i did and important is not the right word for what i felt. unlucky is more like it.
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…sweaty singles…so funny…don’t worry…you can have some chicken thrown at you being an artist…all my love
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I will do an installation piece where I sit in an acrylic box and people throw fried chicken at me!
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I’m sure Tay-Pay would be interested in being a Chicken Tosser. Food is also her preferred medium, I smell a collaboration uh-brewin’!
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that’s a fantastic idea!!
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You make me LOL! Seerrrrriously, not many people can do that!
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I’m thinking Raider”s games. But you have a few gigs more memory than I do. And then there was K K Roo. I told E about that. Other people’s misery is fun-ny!
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I’m thinking both. Some lucky people get those prime real estate spots.
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