Dotty Parker

whatever floats your boat

We're setting up for an event at work. As always happens with any group I become involved with (I suspect it's different in the armed forces, but I don't want that much organization if it's going to come with such an unpleasant wardrobe.), it's hectic and silly and frustrating and it feels like the balance of labor is unequal and I have to remind myself, "This will be fun!"

Once we got the lifting and sorting and shelving and displaying of many tiny things on peg-hooks, we began stuffing folders (for the second time--we stuffed them with part one yesterday, then today, stuffed them with part two. I don't know why we couldn't have waited.). There were three of us. Me, a lady my mother's age (Shelly), and a lady in her late 60s (incidentally named Mrs. Parker, no relation), I think.

As the chaos swirled around us, and the people in charge changed their minds just one time too many, the lady to my right, Mrs. Parker, said, "Hey, whatever flips your titty."

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I've never heard that before. Shelly heard me say it back to Mrs. Parker a few minutes later and shouted in alarm and distaste and amusement, "Dotty!" So I said, "Mrs. Parker taught it to me!" And Shelly said, "How the hell long is this going to go on?"

You know, Shelly, I don't know. These people might, though. I don't know who they are, but they're really cracking me up. I linked to their page, just so you can witness the joy. Friday and Sunday look like the best days.

Posted by dotty at October 28, 2003 10:57 PM