All the waiting room is a stage |
"A best-selling novel that's not about moody vampires"
"A frozen pizza that actually tastes good"
"A career rebound for Kevin Costner"
"Test results. My pet trout might have rabies"
"A job interview" What kind of job? "Mime sweeper"
And my favorite exchange (with the cutest girl...go figure)
"The new mice" What do you mean? "Well, yesterday they had mice" Okay, so? "So today they're getting some new ones" And that's what you're waiting for? "Well, I'm certainly not going to wait in line for two hours for old mice. What am I, a weirdo?"
As with all of Ellen's projects, at least the ones with which I've been involved, it was bizarre and fun. Some people actually stood in line with us. Then on Saturday afternoon, sopmebody on the street stopped me and said, "were you part of an art exhibit last night?" Why, yes. Yes I was. "You were amazing! I really thought you were waiting for something!"
Suck on that, Marlon Brando.
Meanwhile, we're waiting for those dollar numbers to creep up and we're running out of time in Muffinquest, so...
OR MAIL CHECKS AND/OR MONEY ORDERS (payable to The American Cancer Society) TO ME AT:
3655 Coopers Pond Drive, #202,
Tampa, FL, 33614
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