Added on 10/17/06 by Betsy
If the Olympics should come to Chicago as Mayor Daley is hoping, I will contact the city's Olympic committee because I have the perfect idea for a new competitive sport. If the Olympic Committee gets a better gift bag from Tulsa and we are out of the running, I may contact NBC because my idea would also be a divine reality show.
If you watched the Atlanta Olympics you will remember the cheesy back stories about starving Eastern block mommies who sent their buxom baby off to shot put boarding school so she could have a shot at the good life.
Picture Chicago 2008, the cheesy camera fog parts and reveals the doors of Goodwill. It's 8:50 and the athletes are taking their positions, climbing out of all manner of hoopty and limping to the starting gate.
There's the Pall Mall Paul who talks through a hole in his throat but can jog like a pro when he spies anything that plugs in and was mad after 1989.
There's Grandma Jean who pretends to be checking everything over with her bifocals, but is actually switching price tags.
There are the religous chicks who always come in a herd and can never seem to satitate their thirst for ankle length denim skirts.
And then there is me. And just like them something happens to me once I get inside those doors.
I feel a rush of adrenaline and once my hands hit the handle of the. . . (read post) |
