Saturday, we went to a local museum to see a National Archive exhibit on loan. It happened to be in the neighborhood/staging area of the Christmas parade. The parking lot was empty because the burly guard told us if we parked there without proof we went to the museum, we'd be given a ticket for $50.00. I would have liked to have seen the parade, but hubby was a stickler for seeing the exhibit (which has been there for six weeks and will be there another six) so we went through with our original plans.
While we waited for Sir EatsAlot to unchain the gate, a big SUV pulled in behind us. I mean BIG. Hubby said it's the biggest one Ford makes. I think it would have held a hockey team and three or four mascots. Driving the SUV was one of our local TV anchors. You know who she is if you live in the area. First initial S. Anyway, I'm sure she pulled the "Do you know who I am?" ploy because she swung in behind us in her non-TV news vehicle and parked. Funny, I don't remember seeing her in the museum. Bet she didn't get a ticket, either.
Who do you know who uses the "Do you know who I am?" line? Or, is it you?
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And you didn't even mention Britany's name one...
I bet Fred M uses the do you know who I am line.
I do. All the time. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" I cry, enraged at the world at large and most especially at the kid in the Shcmickschmonald's drive through that gives me the wrong sauce to go with my nuggets.
I know a lot of author's who I've seen pull a card very similar to "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" that requires a small group of sycophants to repeat a third person version of the aforementioned question. But I won't name them here.
Sigh...my favorite S sighting was midnight mass *many* years ago when she did the Queen Elizabeth wave to those of us crammed in the choir loft while an entire pew full of people got up and moved for her and her family's late asses. Sigh...on the plus side, I'm pretty sure she was wearing her underwear.
When I was in college (and cute) and working as a gas station clerk, some guy (from a local band, I found out later ) screamed, "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" at me when I told him that if he tried to grope me again I'd break his hand and then call the cops.
When I said I didn't give a rat's ass who he was, he spit at me and knocked over a bunch of crap on the counter as he stormed out. Soooooo unimpressed.
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