Blonde Moments

In the past I've been accused of being a bit of a "blonde" (especially when it came to blenders and gas pumps), but just as I was beginning to think those days were over, my air-heady side resurged. I had pulled into my parking space and was hurrying inside when I realized that I'd left something in the trunk. I turned around to see my car rolling out of its stall like a slow motion sequence in a movie. I panicked and tried to jump in to put on the breaks, but while I had neglected to put my car in park, I had locked the doors. It was up to one of the neighbor's cars to stop its get away. Yikes!


But my blonde moment was completely eclipsed by a story my stage manager told me about a girl she works with named Sarah. This Sarah was getting a pedicure and asked the technician where he was from. When he told her he was from Viet Nam, she responded "That's not a place. It's a war!" She proceeded to argue about it and was only convinced when she went home and did a Google search on it!