A Funny Thing Happened
No, not on the way to the forum--it was on the way home from Aunt Flossie's memorial service. We stopped for a bit to eat. When I was paying the bill I noticed the cashier's name tag said Mitchell. She was probably in her late twenties or early thirties, pretty, an ethnic mix I couldn't identify.
I said, "I was a Mitchell too until I married."
She said, "Do you come from white people?"
Thinking that was a strange question, I answer simply, "Yes."
She said, "I come from black people. Look at my nose."
She had a cute, up turned nose, very much like mine--though mine is no longer cute.
I said, "Your nose is just like mine, we must be related."
She laughed and then asked, "How old are you?"
I told her.
She nicely said, "You don't look it, how do you feel?"
I pointed to my head, "In here, very young. My body, not so much."
It was an interesting encounter.
I said, "I was a Mitchell too until I married."
She said, "Do you come from white people?"
Thinking that was a strange question, I answer simply, "Yes."
She said, "I come from black people. Look at my nose."
She had a cute, up turned nose, very much like mine--though mine is no longer cute.
I said, "Your nose is just like mine, we must be related."
She laughed and then asked, "How old are you?"
I told her.
She nicely said, "You don't look it, how do you feel?"
I pointed to my head, "In here, very young. My body, not so much."
It was an interesting encounter.
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