Dear Lord, please forgive me for humiliating the poor Philadelphia tourist who walked up to me at our hotel and asked, “Are you the lady who wrote that book, Love, Montana?”
To which I replied, “Why, yes that would be me!”
His response, “Huh, you don’t look anything like the photo on your book. You look a whole lot older in person.”
My reply, “Oh really . . . come to think of it, I think I know you too! Aren’t you the prick who never wrote a book, still lives in your parent’s basement, with the blow-up girlfriend? You look a whole lot smarter online.” Amen.
That’s tellin’ him, Deb!
LOL, I’m just sayin . . . Thanks Mario!
That was a bit harsh Deborah. I didn’t mean to offend you. I Just say the wrong thing to people in public!
We all make mistakes. You are forgiven Bill. And, I’d like to have my sunglasses back.
Ouch! Good one, though.
And this happened while I was wearing my “I’d like to be famous” sunglasses, sigh . . .