wickedflea | (no subject)

I was driving down Elm Street at lunch and stopped for the light in front of the courthouse. On the front steps was a girl wearing vintage 1973 sunglasses and a Florence Hendersonesque scarf over her head. And for the minute or so I was stopped there, she kept doing little dance moves--sort of a Steven Tyler-style shimmy. And every few seconds she'd stop and sort of shuffle her feet and look around to see if anyone was watching. Then she'd start back up again. When the light turned green, I yelled, "Work it!!!" She kinda looked at the ground a little and smiled. Hehe, people are funny.

Later I went out to feed the parking meter and sat in the car for a minute to look for something I'd left. This morning, for some reason I'd taken down my fuzzy dice, so I put them back and adjusted them for maximum grace and pizzazz. (sp?!) And sure enough, right then some woman walked by and looked at me askance. Maniac. I'll bet her name was Muffy.

Funny story. My mom's fellow teacher and good friend Ron was sitting with her in the cafeteria years ago and telling a story about someone. Ron described the person as having "grace and pizzazz." But my mom misheard him and kept incredulously repeating what she thought he'd said.

"GREASE up his ass?"

"No, GRACE and PIZZAZZ."

"GREASE up his ass?"

"GRACE and PIZZAZZ."

And that went on for quite a while. I don't how he ever got her to realize what he was really saying. I suspect that Southern accents probably had a lot to do with the whole thing.

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