From time to time, I like to let people know that I’m just a normal everyday kind of person, despite the amazing fame that all of you must imagine me to have. I mean, I actually do have an amazing kind of celebrity status, but it’s not for anything that I can actually tell people about. Just let it go.
So when I want my legions of minions to see the human side of the dog-and-pony show that is me, all I have to do is toss out an embarrassing story to let them see that I have an all-too-human flaw or two. Or three. Let’s go with two. Plus, my lawyer really thinks it will help sway the parole committee if I own up to my mistakes and show remorse. If I ever need to come up for parole, that is. Better to be prepared, the way things are going these days.
In story number one, I went shopping with my daughter. We perused the racks and I headed to the register with a really, really blue knit-weight short-sleeved dress. It wasn’t all that pretty, ESPECIALLY being Smurf-blue, but it was marked way down and I thought it could make a good swimsuit cover or something to throw on to chase the garbage men down the street while rolling our overloaded trashcan behind me. We laid our items on the counter for the saleswoman to ring up when my daughter said, “Mommy? Why are you buying that dress? I thought you had to wear pants to work so you could fight off the inmates whenever they start a riot?” (It’s important to know that yes, my child was old enough to have really clear diction and a great vocal pitch, two things which the saleswoman REALLY appreciated at this time.)
“I’m only buying it because it’s on clearance. You know, it’s to wear around the house and stuff. I’d NEVER be seen wearing that dress out in public. I mean, seriously, is there even a name for that color?” I scoffed.
Please tell me you see where this is going. Yup. The saleswoman was wearing the dress. The exact dress. The one I had just declared not fit to be seen in. That one. Apparently she gets a discount for shopping there. Complimenting her on how the shade of blue really brought out her eyes did nothing to make her overlook my comment.
Sadly, that is nowhere near close to the worst thing I’ve done to humiliate myself publicly. The worst thing (well, the worst thing I’ve done this year, and yes, as a matter of fact, I do know we’re not even to the end of the first week) involves calling Homeland Security on a woman with a suspicious-looking lump under her dress that I have to say ANYONE could really easily have mistaken for a kilo or two of uncut cocaine but instead was just her hunchback. She was actually an elderly nun and she probably got that hunchback from decades of bending over to wipe little orphans’ runny noses in the tuberculosis ward of a Zambian hut hospital but that’s not what it looked like when I was following her through the mall, waving down idle security guards and telling them to go get the feds while I kept an eye on her. Apparently I’m quite the credible witness because those guys tackled her like she had the secret rocket formula and was smuggling it out of Oppenheimer’s lab.
How was I supposed to know she wasn’t a notorious coke mule? Like anyone (but me) would think to accuse a nun. And excuse me for wondering why a nun is even shopping in the mall. Aren’t their clothes provided for them, like Maria’s dress in Sound of Music? More importantly, why in the name of all that’s holy was she wearing that hideous blue dress?
12 thoughts on “And That’s How You Accuse a Nun of Being a Terrorist”
Love it. Nuns are the worst. 😉
I know, right! They think they’re so perfect. Whoopdeedoo, you’re married to GOD…like that makes you special. Oh wait…
Like one of the comedians said… Hell is ran by Southern women anyway… They are just gonna look at you and say “I’m a gonna light cho ass on fire in a minute… you want a piece of piiieee?”
lol (For the record, I live in NE Mississippi…)
You were right to call security! REAL Nuns don’t wear hideous blue knit dresses. They wear long black ones. I saw the movie.
I think the proper term would be Greek Heterodox Church. 🙂
Hey, keep up the attacks and you’ll be as celebrated as Christopher Hitchens:
Of course this is coming from someone who (really) once asked a Greek Orthodox priest, “Is there a Greek Unorthodox church? And what do those guys do all day, smoke pot and chase broads?”
I love the UNORTHODOX church! It’s the only congregation who will have me!
It’s okay, I’m with you on the nun thing, never trusted them!
I’m no authority, but I think you might be going to hell for saying that. I’ll have to check.
Yep. Definitely going to hell…
I knew it! What do I win???
A free sin or a Buick. Choose wisely!
(Just kidding, it doesn’t matter.)