Two Quick Stories
Story 1
The other day I was walking down the street with my husband talking about the King James Version of the Bible (isn’t that what everyone talks about when they walk down the street?) when suddenly my syllables got all mixed up. Instead of King James Version, I said King Germ’s Vagina. Then I responded as any sane person would. I ran away. He, of course, ran after me laughing and saying, “Where are you going?” No matter how fast you run, you can’t run away from embarrassment.
Story 2
My sense of direction in down town London is pretty horrendous. The other day we were walking from Soho Square to some place else (I can’t remember where we were going exactly) when my husband asked me if I knew where I was. Taking a quick look around and recognizing a landmark, I said, “Yeah, because that’s the Harmony adult store over there.” After that I was teased for the rest of the day because I use sex shops as landmarks to help me find my way. I couldn’t even defend myself because it’s true. I don’t know the names of most of them, but when I see the shop with the green window frames and The Big Penis Book in the window, I know where I am. When I see the shop with the mannequin in the blond wig and dominatrix outfit, I know where I am.
