This morning I took a road trip with friends out to the orange groves near Escondido to a charming little cottage that was once owned by Betty Crocker. Yes, I mean thee Betty Crocker, as in cookbook. Did you know that she once lived in Southern California?? I didn't. I would have guessed mid west near Dorothy of Wizard of Oz fame. It just seems like a place where a good cook would live.
Well, next to the house formerly owned by Betty, is an old barn where on occasion, a group of not-so friendly-ladies host a vintage boutique of sorts. They have a smelly little dog that sits on the checkout counter wearing an outlandish costume -- not your typical dog outfit -- outlandish! Today the dog was elaborately dressed as an angel, and you had to pity the poor little guy -- he looked miserable.
The barn is full of all kinds of vintage goodness. Sometimes, like today, it's just hard to choose what to bring home. I walked in the door and instantly found three things I just had to have, so I asked one of the Not-So-Friendly ladies to hold all of them at the front for me while I continued to look around.
When I got to the checkout counter, no one seemed to know where my three items had been placed. I had to stand there for 30 minutes smelling the dog. Finally, the red headed Not-So-Nice woman (who incidentally is rudest, of the Not-So-Nice) returned to the counter and adjusted the dog's wings, while she said "Those things aren't yours, they belong to someone else named Sharon."
Then, I looked outside and saw two women fighting over my treasures! Did I mention that neither one of them was named Sharon, which got my panties in a dither, I'll tell you. So I spent the next 20 minutes battling the Not-So-Nice clerks, and two women not named Sharon for treasure that I'm sure most people would walk right past. You will be happy to know that I did not back down even when the Not-So-Nice redhead gave me the evil eye.
Turns out the Not-So-Nice blond had written the wrong name on all my "Doggone-it, this has been sold to ______" stickers. She thought I had said "My name is Sharon." I can understand the mistake. Sharon sure does sound a lot Crystal -- if you live in a foreign country and don't speak English.
I think Betty Crocker would have been mortified.
Post Script: Yes, Kathy, the statue reminds me of Mrs. Meers from Thoroughly Modern Millie. I'm putting her on my stair landing so I can greet her every day with "Oh . . . shoo-show, shoo-show!"