this morning, i get an email. it reads:
Ms. Jackson,
I was wondering if you would be interested in having a butler and driver. I can also go-fer and handle administrative matters. If interested please drop me a note.
Thank you,
John
i laugh. a lot. i wonder if movies like 13 going on 30 happen in real life, that really i have become some famously wealthy person and someone actually wants to be my butler, driver, and assistant. i reply:
John,
I would totally love to have your assistance, however, I can barely afford to keep my cats fed and keep my car payments made on time…if
I ever hit the jackpot though, you will be the first person I call.
so, i continue laughing for about half an hour as i unpack. then i think, “wait…maybe i am suddenly rich and famous…” i seriously opened my front door and waited for the camera lights to flash and microphones to be shoved in my just-woke-up-and-have-been-moving-for-three-days face.
i was met by the quietness of an early sunday morning.
John writes me back and realizes that i am not the actress anne jackson, best known for her part in the movie the shining.
bummer.
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Wait a minute. Whew, I’m glad I found that out before I sent that email about being your maid. I guess it’s for the best because I probably wouldn’t have looked that good in the french maid outfit I bought. Darn these cursed manly legs!
That is hilarious!