I left a key detail out in the Rodeo Butt-Kicking story. Just a day or two before that cat fight with the chicky-poo at the rodeo happened, I went to lunch with Naomi at Bennigan’s. The poor waitress, she accidentally spilled my Coke all over me. My sleeve was all wet, my dress was wet. Did I get mad? Heck no. I am nice and even-tempered. I laughed about it and told her it was ok. Naomi was stunned. She said that a lot of people might have let it ruin their day or at least the meal. Nope, not me. I don’t get mad. Unless you are a nit-wit that can’t handle selling Chelsey gumbo in a cup at the Rodeo. Then you had better look out! Poor Chelsey, she really didn’t think I had it in me…
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