Wednesday, May 28, 2008

She Did It The Old-Fashioned Way

Not sure why this is on my mind at the moment, but I thought it was pretty good at the time, so I figured I'd share it. I was actually present to hear this from the source:

After loading my bags and seeing my name written down the side of the suit box, the driver asked, "How did a nice lady like you end up with a name like that?"

I told him I had to earn it.

-- Wilma Mankiller
Former Principal Chief of The Cherokee Nation


I dunno. Maybe it's on my mind because of that guy who cut me off in traffic this morning....

5 comments:

Dixie said...

Hey, I seem to have found my father's blog. If it isn't you, then it's apparently someone who looks just like you and has all your interests and knows your wife. I'd be on the lookout for shifty-eyed men with long hair.

Thanks for the quote, by the by, it made my day.

Gilahi said...

Shifty-eyed?

You never know, lots of people have lots of interests in common. And I could be lying. Maybe I'm a 60 year old black woman who lives in Poughkeepsie.

Dixie said...

Yes, shifty-eyed. You could be the person you described above, but if so, you're a 60-year-old black Poughskeepian (I made it up, sue me) who is exactly like my father. You two should meet, you'd probably hate each other.

I hate these word things that appear so I can verify that I'm a real person. I do not hate them for what they are, I hate them because of the wheelchair man next to them. Do they think that people without the use of their legs can't read?

Washington Cube said...

That does it. I'm changing my name. And maybe as an "hommage" to Jerry Lee Lewis I'll throw that in and be Killer Mankiller.

Gilahi said...

Yeah! And then when people are impressed with your blog, they'll say "Man, Killer Mankiller!"

 
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