Yesterday during my shift at the Puyallup Fair Museum, I was approached by a woman who looked like Margaret Thatcher, from her coif to her big bow at her throat, to her elegant pumps.
"You have a nice smile, E_." (obviously she can read my nametag.)
"Thank you." (I smile again; what other response is there?)
"Do you know what the ingredients are for a Honeymoon Salad?"
This question, though a complete non sequitur for an opening salvo, does not faze me. Quirky people amuse me, and I know the answer.
"Lettuce alone."
"Lettuce alone, no dressing!"
I chuckle. She tries once more on me.
"If you're an American in the kitchen, then what are you in the bathroom?"
"European."
She's amazed at me, I can tell.
"How do you know all this?"
"I have a father."
That was all the quizzing I received from her. She'd have to step it up quite a bit to catch me on one of those oldy moldy witticisms.
We'll see who I meet today... it's the weekend, when the weirdos come out to The Fair.
Knock-knock
2 weeks ago
2 comments:
Strange indeed.
Perhaps you should have worn the t-shirt "Hello would suffice"
LOL. Does this happen a lot? where people approach you to say these crazy things? i take the 'don't make eye contact' approach so the weirdos leave me alone. you must be nice & friendly lookin'.
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