I don't know about you, but after a strange and tiny-bit-scary earthquake, I'm in the mood for a laugh. So, today, I'm letting you have one at my own expense.
I wrote a poem over 20 years ago called "The He". It's in (my favorite) Shel Silverstein style:
There once was a girl
with so much hair she was blue--
She simply didn't know
what was best to do.
She chopped it all off--
so careless and free--
And what do you know?
She looked like a he.
Cute poem. But fast forward, um, 10 years... I am that girl with so much hair, that I chopped it all off...you get the picture. Well, I'm pumping gas at a station where the attendant greets each person pumping gas over a loudspeaker: "Welcome, gentleman on pump 4!"; "Greetings lady on pump 10!". And--I KID YOU NOT--he said to me, as my back was turned to him, "Hello-ur-person on pump 7!" I cringed, determining to grow my hair out immediately.
Anyone want to post their funny story? We could all use a laugh or two on a day like today!
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