Minding my own business, hanging out at my boyfriend's house when the doorbell rings.
*ding dong!*
I open the door. A plump young redhead stands there with a daft smile.
"Hi! I'm earning personality points!"
WTF?
She's selling magazines. She makes a dumb blonde comment about herself (hello NOT blonde, dumbass!!!), then says, "Whoops! Guess I just blew a sale!"
me: "Yeah. Ya did, sweetheart."
her: "So what do you do for a living?"
me: "I'm a college professor, a newspaper reporter and an entertainment director, all of which require a wicked, bad-assed brain. Or do you need me to talk slower?"
her: "but...but.."
me: "buh-bye."
Jeebus Cripes....Stereotype, much?
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Is it because I'm...blonde???
I may be making the jump from print back to TV. Unofficial word to me: "we'd like to use you on camera too."
Me. In my early 40s.
Oh. Hell. YEAH!!!
...not bragging or anything...would never do that....
Me. In my early 40s.
Oh. Hell. YEAH!!!
...not bragging or anything...would never do that....
Monday, December 1, 2008
A blonde joke I actually like
A Blonde walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. She says she is going to Europe on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000.
The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for such a loan, so the Blonde hands over the keys to a new Rolls Royce parked on the street in front of the bank.
Everything checks out, and the bank agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. An employee drives the Rolls into the bank's underground garage and parks it there.
Two weeks later, the Blonde returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41.
The loan officer says, "We are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multimillionaire. What puzzles us is why would you bother to borrow $5,000?"
The Blonde replied, "Where else in New York can I park my car for two weeks for 15 bucks?"
The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for such a loan, so the Blonde hands over the keys to a new Rolls Royce parked on the street in front of the bank.
Everything checks out, and the bank agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. An employee drives the Rolls into the bank's underground garage and parks it there.
Two weeks later, the Blonde returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41.
The loan officer says, "We are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multimillionaire. What puzzles us is why would you bother to borrow $5,000?"
The Blonde replied, "Where else in New York can I park my car for two weeks for 15 bucks?"
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