My Zelda story:
After my swimercise class yesterday, as I was drying off, I got cornered by Mrs. Zelda. She talked to me for about 25 minutes. I've noticed before that she calls me "Karen," but I've never had an opportunity to correct her. Finally, as I started sneaking toward the locker room, she asked me my last name.
"Oh, Robinson. Karen Robinson," she says.
Finally I have an opportunity to correct her, "It's Tara."
"Kara?" she asks.
"No: Tara. Like the plantation in Gone With the Wind." (That's how I always clarify with elderly people.)
"Oh, TARA. Well, frankly, my dear, I don't give a d***!" And she walks off.
It takes me a few moments to realize she's quoting the film. I chuckled. :)
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I love it! But, I *really* want to see you tell it!
You mean you just want to HEAR me tell it, Emily? I'm not going to curse.. ;)
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