Tom Foolery

If I didn't have a job, and know such fabulous people, my blog today would read:

Wild Cherry Pepsi rocks!

But since I do, here are two little stories that made me laugh.

This morning I got stuck on the phone with this woman. I shouldn't say "stuck" as she was actually pretty cool. She was a real estate investor, and we were talking about a property, and then somehow we ended up talking about zoos. Yeah, I don't know how we got there, either. We were on the phone for an hour.

While I was talking to her, Scotty (Scotty of Leslie) came upstairs to bring me a flyer for his wine-tasting (Thursday - 1/11/06 5:30pm-7:30pm at The Grind). I waved at him, and then for no reason, other than he's just Scotty, he started dancing. He made me do "jazz hands". Then he gave me a hug and a kiss on the head and ran off. Do you know how distracting it is to do jazz hands while a grown man dances at your desk when you're on the phone with a woman talking to you about zoos? Well, I do.

And that is why I love my life... just for little random moments like that.

Later this afternoon Misty called me to let me know she'd talked to this woman who was supposed to be fed-ex'ing her something. She asked the woman if she'd sent it Priority or Overnight, and the woman didn't know. She said, and I quote "I sent it by plane."

Well we couldn't let that go. I went over to Celeste's desk and told her about it, since we'd both dealt with this particular person before and knew that uh.. well I'm sure she's a really nice person, bless her heart.

Me: I just picture her walking it through the airport. Putting it in the seat and fastening the seatbelt. A little pillow and a blanket.
Celeste: Some peanuts.
Me: One of those tiny bottles of Jack Daniels.
Celeste: Stewardess making sure it had everything.
Me: She'd have to carry it off the plane, holding it by it's little package hand.
Celeste: That should be a commercial!
Me: That would be a fun commercial for Fed Ex. "We take care of your packages."
Celeste: We'll be rich.

I just keep thinking of shots of a stewardess (sorry, flight attendant) asking all these little buckled-in packages if they need anything... shoot back to the packages not responding. Whispering to her fellow flight-attendant as the cabin lights dim for the night "They are all asleep, thank god." Maybe finding two little packages in the bathroom and gasping in shock.

This is how I spend my day... it's really sad.

Also, another little story about flight attendants, from when I was a little girl. My mom tried to get me to tell her what I wanted to be when I grew up ALL the time. This was a conversation we had one day, that I will never, ever forget.

Mom: You can do anything you put your mind to.
Me: *blah blah mom is talking*
Mom: You are so smart. Anything you want to accomplish, I know you can do it.
Me: *blah blah*
Mom: What do you think you want to do when you grow up?
Me: I want to be a stewardess!
Mom: Oh no, you can't be that.
Me: But you said I could be anything!
Mom: Well not a stewardess.
Me: Why?
Mom: Because that's just a waitress in the sky!