In the south there is an unwritten code among the genteel southern woman. One should never leave the house without being fully coifed, for one never knows whom they might run into down at the local Piggly Wiggly. With that being said I made sure to fully adorne my self in my Sunday best.
I slid into my " pimp my ride please" 1995 Happy Honda an d headed out. There is nothing better than the lure of the traditional Sunday drive.
I leisurely drove through what is known to us common folks as " the richie rich" neighborhood of Winter Park, Florida. As my car bumped along over the cobblestone streets I took in the surrounding scenery. Towering canopies of live old oak trees draped with chandelier Spanish moss. Behind the trees that line the streets are hundred year old mansions where lifestyles of the rich and famous are dreamed about.
As I approached the golf course country club where it meets the historic cemetery I paused my car at the four way stop sign. I took this pause in time to text my sister who was following in the car behind me. Without fully looking up I proceeded to move forward. I immediately slammed on my brakes. For a moment I experienced being snow blind. A light whiter than white gleamed off the exposed backside of a shirtless man as he jogged in place in front of my car. My first thought was who the hell jogs anymore? I watched as he hiked up his smaller than Richard Simmons short-shorts which had slipped down. He turned his head to look me in the eye. I noticed a enormous orange-red afro which was sporting a 1980's sweat band. ( think the video Let's Get Physical here ). His eyes locked mine and I noted the extreme arched thin eyebrows reminiscent of Marlena Dietrich .
Oh my God! It's Carrot Top !!! I I almost mashed him with my car.
I pointed my finger at him and he returned the favor as he jogged on. I grabbed the phone and called my sister who confirmed my sighting. I was relieved to know that had I hit him the southern ladies had nothing to fear because I followed the code and was properly attired for an interview with both the police and the papparazi.
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Comments: 30
I'm not a very genteel southern woman myself. I dont think I even brushed my hair before I left the house today.
Donna, this is such a special story. I like seeing celebrities unawares too. Carrot Top is pretty hard to miss anywhere, but I'm happy your car missed him.
(Good to see you around, you fahn suthun belle.)
Cool story!