Saturday, October 24, 2009


In Chicago I was a personal assistant for a woman who was crazy. I don't know what her job was or if she even had one and she always paid me in cash. When I entered her house, I had to ring a Tingshas and say "Namaste" even if she wasn't in the room. Part of my job, besides watching her try on Tibetan prayer robes and tell her how young they made her look, was to remove all the labels from her products. Sometimes they would come off quickly, sometimes it would take a long time to soak them off and scrub off the glue with Goo Gone (people who value spiritual centeredness love Goo Gone). Apparently, in the past few weeks, my unconscious mind has been taking the labels off my lotions, face creams and deodorants. It’s just a matter of time until I need someone to come over and tell me how young I look in crappy, baggy pants. I think I just proved that this state of mind is not a personality defect, but rather a full on neurological disease. That may be contagious and take a long time to show symptoms.

1 comment:

  1. Maybe Nancy gave it you? She seemed a bit neurotic...loved her antics though.