(Peter looks at the buttons' on her suspenders. One says We're not in Kansas anymore. The one underneath says POOF.) PETER "We're not in Kansas anymore." JOANNA Yeah. Really. (laughs) PETER It's on your - (points) JOANNA Oh! That's, uh, that's uh, my pieces of flair. PETER What are pieces of flair? JOANNA That's where you know, suspenders and buttons all sorts of stuff. We're, uh, we're actually required to wear fifteen pieces of flair. quite stupid actually. PETER Do you get to pick them out yourself? JOANNA Yeah. Yeah. Although I didn't actually choose these. I, uh, I just grabbed fifteen buttons and, uh, I don't even know what they say! Y'know, I don't really care. I don't really like talking about my flair.
This scene is how I feel walking to work sometimes...I'm simply required to walk along this street so that I can physically get to work, and the fact that I am there, walking, well, we don't need to have a conversation about that, do we?
Random guy: Whoa, how tall are you?
Me: (shun)
Random guy: Tall and pretty, coming through!
Me: (obligatory smile, mumble)
Volunteer: Are you friendly?
Me: No.
Volunteer: Wow, I guess you don't care about saving the whales...
Other Volunteer, disguised as a random guy: Do I know you?
Me: No.
Other Volunteer: Well, while I have your attention, do you want to save the children?
Oh my gosh, people...I don't want to talk about my flair today!!!
hahaha that was great. i know EXACTLY what you mean.
ReplyDeleteit's like the peanut gallery at work too. oh goody, i can't wait to hear your smart alec remark that's soooooooo clever. i came here to work and get something done, i'm glad you had a good weekend, now go away. fools abound and they think they are wise which further illustrates how foolish they are.
ReplyDeleteyou guys...um....sometimes i really do want to talk about my flair:( i even made friends with the jehovah witness ladies so i can talk about my flair. i'm pretty sure motherhood is getting to me.
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