Friday, February 6, 2009

"Polly-Mr."

Eventually I want to tell you all about the 50 year old cross-dresser I met at the dollar store today. (S/He was buying ladies g-string underwear and Xanny was quite curious about both the him/her and the Dollar-Tree lingerie.)

(Yeah, the cashier was waving these apricot stringy things up over her head while yelling, "Hey, Patricia, will you run over to aisle 7 and check if "Lady's Polyester Thongs" are one or two for a dollar. See, he's got two pairs hangin' on this one hanger!")

(Needless to say, my children were mesmerized, particularly Xanny! "Hey, mom, what does poly-mister mean?" "She said poly-ESTER, dear, not poly-MISTER.")

("Oh, Esther -- like in the bible?" This is the point where s/he flips his hair over his shoulder, turns and says in a deeeeeeep voice, "Polyester is a kind of fabric, son." Xanny's eyes got huge and he went quiet until we made our way through the check-out and into the parking lot. That's when the questions started.)

But the rest of the story will have to wait until I have time to explain how Polly-Mr. was just one link in much larger chain reaction of a day.

What I really wanted to post was:

Marco - 308
Andi - 305

I wonder if I could add Polly-Mr. as a facebook friend?

5 comments:

brooklyn said...

you are seriously lucky to have a child who waits until the parking lot to ask questions.

Guess said...

wow. as they say, truth is stranger than fiction. that was awesome. i think polly-mister is going to be a word we use for a long time to come.

Brenda E said...

That's a scary thought! I don't think I would be that desperate to beat Marco.

rusted sun said...

You know...you could easily beat him by asking all your friends to un-friend him....just for a day so you can win.

:)

Geo said...

My vocabulary has just been updated to receive new term: Polly-Mr. Thanks!

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