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| 2004-10-22 || Tootsie! | |
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There are some public events that I really shouldn’t be allowed to go to. Yesterday provided a prime example of this. There was a ceremony at work honoring the recipient of this year’s humanitarian award. Some of my old work friends from other offices were there and I figured it was a good excuse to get away from my desk for a while, so I went. Someone really should have warned me beforehand about what the honoree looked like, because she was a dead ringer for Tootsie. And you know what happens in situations like this where you shouldn’t laugh, so it only makes you laugh more – thankfully, I was able to keep most of it in save for a minor chuckle or two. It’s all due to the horrible things that go on inside of my head: “I’m Dorothy Michaels. Dorothy. I’m Edward Michaels! Something’s telling me it might be you, oh it’s telling me it must be you, all of my life…. Dorothy, Dorothy Michaels. No Pam, think of something else. (enter Austin Powers pulling on her hair) It’s a man, baby!! Oh no, stop it, Pam. It’s a man, baby!!! Pam, you are evil. She’s trying to make a nice spee—Wishing there would be, someone waiting there for me. Something’s telling me it might be you, it’s telling me it must be you…. Look at that man face – it’s worse than Tootsie. I wonder if she has Man Hands. I can’t see them! Man Hands – hee! ‘I’m just going to wash my hands. ‘There’s a beach towel in there for you.’ Oh, I love me some Man Hands. Dorothy, Dorothy Michaels. Time, I’ve been passing time watching trains go by, all of my life….” I’m horrible. But seriously, she looked EXACTLY like Tootsie, how can I be expected to concentrate on what she was saying?
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