Excuse me, Miss…

I find myself in strange situations constantly. I don’t know if its because I have some sort of “weirdo” frequency I emit to the world. Or maybe its just because I am a girl that lives in California… most can admit, it’s a bit weird here.

Most people would just try to ignore the strange things around them. But not me, I’m just too curious not to play into these things.

And for some reason I find that these situations some of the best things that could happen to a girl.

Here are several examples of fun incidents:

-Walking lost old ladies to a restaurant when my only intention of being outside was to throw out garbage. Only to find out that they are so full of historical knowledge of the area that I nearly wanted to hijack their dinner and listen to their memories for hours!

-Helping strangers load luggage/ small store purchases into their cars and being paid in fruit, and no matter how much you protest you walk away with fruit (This has happened more than once.)

-Being trapped in a a very small elevator with a woman who at first is not very talkative but then after a few minutes and realization we were stuck in an elevator together got quite chummy. She turned out to be Susan Adler the author of several of my favorite American Girl books (Shout Out to my Childhood!)

-Having my Fortune read to me by a “Psychic Cat” (I suggest that everyone in the Southern California area… give this a try)

-Being given a bottle of wine, for telling some guy in Rome what time it was… (I don’t think he had a Fiat, Cakes)

-Being told by producers of Ellen that Colin Farrell loved my description of him including but not limited to his “Luscious, unyeilding folicles”

-And of course, having long conversations with people from other businesses in the same building. To the point where I almost tell them, “I’m sorry I have to go to work now.” The best thing is that they never talk to my Professional Coworker, who is beginning to think it’s a conspiracy.

In short, my existence is pretty darn rad, and I’m ready for today’s adventures!

♫Lauren

8 thoughts on “Excuse me, Miss…

  1. I think it must be because you have one of ‘those’ faces. A completely kind and welcoming face. It screams “I’ll help you with your mundane daily tasks just because I can…and I don’t even care if I DO get paid in fruit!”

    1. The last time I helped a lady put lamps and vases in her car, I got paid in a bag of grapes. All I could think of was Robbie Hart from the “Wedding Singer” getting paid in meatballs.

  2. This kind of stuff always happens to me too!! I just posted on twitter about how this little girl in front of me at the grocery store turned around and said, “Nice boobs!” She meant boots, but everyone in the vicinity turned around and looked at me.

    I agree with Jen that it may happen to you because you have such a sweet face.

    I also must say that the title of this post reminded me of this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnDh0JhmaFw

    1. That is the best story. I’m sure it didn’t make you feel self conscious at all, everyone staring at your chest… I’m sure it is nice though.
      And thanks for the Jay to the Z!

  3. “Being trapped in a a very small elevator with a woman who at first is not very talkative but then after a few minutes and realization we were stuck in an elevator together got quite chummy.”

    I know A LOT of female bloggers who could get very creative – and naughty – with a lead-in like that!

    “She turned out to be Susan Adler the author of several of my favorite American Girl books (Shout Out to my Childhood!)”

    My daughter would KILL – seriously – to be stuck in an elevator with this young lady! How very fortunate for you!

    1. I didn’t think about that! I suppose they could take that lead in to Dirtytown!!!
      And yes she was a very nice lady, she was not thrilled they were retiring her characters though :)

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