We're the pros from Dover.
Trapper John, MASH (1970)
This morning, KTG and I were having a "breakfast" of sorts at a little place in BFE after taking my truck 'down da bayou' for repairs. Separately, both of us are pretty gregarious and animated. Together, we a force with which to be reckoned. I'll admit, this can be intimidating. But as I said, we are friendly. Really. We are.
Coincidentally, she and I resemble each other. KTG likens this to the phenomenon where people and their pets start to look alike. You can read an article about that here. Although, apparently in our situation, she's intimating that I'm the dog.
Actually, we look so much alike that people who see us together think we are indeed sisters, if not identical twins. More amazing, people who meet us separately think that we are one person and they are just seeing "us" again. Which has made for some pretty interesting (i.e. ODD) conversations.
Anyhoo, for whatever the reason, we tend to attract attention wherever we go. And usually people are drawn to us. I mean, who doesn't like big blonde babes bearing boobs? I was trying to keep with the alliteration and avoid using the word "titties."
Today, our waitress kept hovering over our table. Perhaps wishing she was included in our conversation which involved much laughter and sweeping hand gestures (surprisingly neither of us are Italian). Or perhaps, as we attempted to surmise, she was physically attracted to us. I mean, I can't blame her, as afterall, we were wearing dyke shoes. Me - Birkenstocks, KTG - plaid Converse high-tops. And I mean that in the nicest homosexual sense. (Remind me to tell you the dyke shoe stories someday.)
So it should come as no surprise that at this point, our conversation began to degrade. Or perhaps the degradation began earlier in the day or maybe even in our lives, but I digress. And all of a sudden I thought of the above movie quote. I don't know why.
Although I do know that I'll be using the phrase more frequently in the future.
Especially when I'm mistaken for a homosexual.
"I'm sorry, I'm not a lesbian. I'm the pro from Dover."
Queen of the Universe
This morning, KTG and I were having a "breakfast" of sorts at a little place in BFE after taking my truck 'down da bayou' for repairs. Separately, both of us are pretty gregarious and animated. Together, we a force with which to be reckoned. I'll admit, this can be intimidating. But as I said, we are friendly. Really. We are.
Coincidentally, she and I resemble each other. KTG likens this to the phenomenon where people and their pets start to look alike. You can read an article about that here. Although, apparently in our situation, she's intimating that I'm the dog.
Actually, we look so much alike that people who see us together think we are indeed sisters, if not identical twins. More amazing, people who meet us separately think that we are one person and they are just seeing "us" again. Which has made for some pretty interesting (i.e. ODD) conversations.
Anyhoo, for whatever the reason, we tend to attract attention wherever we go. And usually people are drawn to us. I mean, who doesn't like big blonde babes bearing boobs? I was trying to keep with the alliteration and avoid using the word "titties."
Today, our waitress kept hovering over our table. Perhaps wishing she was included in our conversation which involved much laughter and sweeping hand gestures (surprisingly neither of us are Italian). Or perhaps, as we attempted to surmise, she was physically attracted to us. I mean, I can't blame her, as afterall, we were wearing dyke shoes. Me - Birkenstocks, KTG - plaid Converse high-tops. And I mean that in the nicest homosexual sense. (Remind me to tell you the dyke shoe stories someday.)
So it should come as no surprise that at this point, our conversation began to degrade. Or perhaps the degradation began earlier in the day or maybe even in our lives, but I digress. And all of a sudden I thought of the above movie quote. I don't know why.
Although I do know that I'll be using the phrase more frequently in the future.
Especially when I'm mistaken for a homosexual.
"I'm sorry, I'm not a lesbian. I'm the pro from Dover."
Queen of the Universe
posted by Queen of the Universe @ 4:52 PM
1 Comments:
At 9:52 PM,
Anonymous said…
I have a red pencil box.
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