Porkchop Turned Cream Puff


E-mail this post



Remember me (?)



All personal information that you provide here will be governed by the Privacy Policy of Blogger.com. More...



I have not changed my name, yet again. Nor would I give myself such a calorie-indulgent name. And NO, I am NOT obsessed with food. Though I know I would lead you to believe otherwise.

That charming monkier was given to me by a New York cop.

Yes, I have this lovely little knack with running into the law. But I meant to. Really. REALLYIDID!

Since my train happened to be a mere hour and a half late and the person who was supposed to be picking me up was lost in the Bronx, I thought it would be wise to get directions from a friendly person. Friendly Person In New York. Yes, I was born yesterday.

I found a rather gruff and harried policeman who was giving onehundredandseventythree tourist directions how to get to Madison Square. Not wanting to harass him, I meekly asked where to find parking. (Batting your eyelashes never hurts.) When it became abundantly apparent I had NO IDEA what I was talking about nor did I have any idea WHERE I wanted to go, he plucked the cell phone from my hands and proceeded to give the harried driver directions OUT of the slums and where to pick me up. He also announced that he was going to personally escort me out to the corner where I was to be picked up.

When he handed me my phone back, he asked me where the driver was from. Conneticut.

"He said Y'all. Anyone who says Y'all from Conneticut is a cupcake."

I smothered a laugh and informed him with the utmost seriousness I would pass the message along.

He then questioned me as to where I call home.

"Delaware? You are most definately a cream puff."

Light and fluffy? Bad for the waist line? DEVOID OF NUTRITIONAL VALUE?


I was not about to begrudge the nickname since he carried my HUGE suitcase up three flights of stairs for me and warded off drunks, bums and creeps for about twenty minutes. Until Cupcake arrived.



Protect and serve. The pastries are now safe.


4 Responses to “Porkchop Turned Cream Puff”

  1. Blogger Jon 

    He was just trying to pick you up.

    or get a tip.

  2. Blogger Katya Coldheart 

    he was definately flirting...great story...

  3. Blogger Porkchop 

    Um, he was, like, old. As in, old enough to be my Dad.

    He was just being nice!

  4. Blogger Porkchop 

    While I am not sure about the truthfulness of the first statement. I can attest to the accuracy of the second.

    *large bridge approaching*

    "If that is not the George Washington Bridge than I am completely and totally lost, have no idea where to go and you will get to start walking."


    And how do you know I didn't get mugged? I was just too kind to show you the bruises, so you wouldn't feel bad and all. What I said was that I wasn't RAPED.

    Difference. Thank you.

Leave a Reply

      Convert to boldConvert to italicConvert to link

 


This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


the past

archives


ATOM 0.3