“That
is not exactly, true, MOV. It was the
gas station.”
Ahem!
Johnny, who is telling this story? Like I was saying, I was ordering my triple latte and there was Johnny
Depp in line directly behind me. For a
second I thought maybe I should let him go ahead of me in case he was in a
hurry.
“Who
are you kidding, MOV? If a bleeding
nun wanted to go ahead of you, you would say no.”
So anyway,
there was Johnny Depp, in all of his Johnny Deppness splendor. I smiled over at him, willing him to notice
me. I wanted to be subtle.
“Gag! That is not what happened at all.
Is your entire blog like this?
Made up? You came up to me in the
middle of me pumping gas and begged for an autograph. For your daughter!”
Okay, Johnny,
first of all, get your facts straight. I
do not even have a daughter, so why would I do that? All right.
Back to my story. I smiled at
Johnny, and he definitely noticed me back.
I was in my United Airlines uniform.
“This
was after you quit. You were not in your
uniform. You were pumping gas and eating
M&Ms straight from the package. And
when I said I had no paper to do the autograph, you said I could just sign your
arm.”
Johnny made
his move. He said to me, Are you working the flight to Paris?
“Gah! I would never say that. Hello, I live with Vanessa, the mother of my children?”
And then I
said, No, and then he said—
“Bwahahahahahahahahaha! That is, like, so unoriginal.”
Excuse me,
who is telling this story? Then he said,
Such a pity, because I will be on that
flight. In first class.
“MOV,
that is all implied. I always fly first
class, I am Johnny Depp, Pirates of the
Caribbean? Remember? Alice in Wonderland? Charlie
and the Chocolate Factory?”
Johnny,
please stop interrupting. So then Johnny
turned to me and said, Maybe you could
change your flight.
“Are
you smoking crack?! It was the gas
station! Vanessa! Your arm!”
And I said, I would love to switch flights, but I might
be fired, and then Johnny said—
“Is
this the part where you are going to say I asked you to marry me?”
Marry me, lovely flight attendant—
“This
is so far-fetched!!! Who is your target
audience, anyway?”
Run away with me to Paris, and we can
drink fine wine and eat chocolate croissants all day—
“I
would never say that. I am on a no-carb
diet.”
So I said,
Johnny, I would love to, and I already
fell in love with you back in your Edward Scissorhands days, but alas, I cannot
because—
“Let
me get this straight: now you are saying
no to me??”
Yes. Maybe.
Not really.
MOV
Ooooh, hard to get, MOV...well played!
ReplyDeleteHysterical!!! I didn't realize that Johnny was so rude as to keep disrupting you. He and Vanessa called it quits in June so he probably is reconsidering your proposal. But you're married right??? That might be a bit of a stumbling block.
ReplyDeletedetails, details.........
DeleteCould you pass the M&Ms and the Johnny Depp, since you're done with them? Thank-you.
ReplyDeleteyummy for both. :)
DeleteBoy I love your list of men almost married 1st Tony Robbins (I seriously love the sound of his voice) and now Johnny (who I just love everything of)....MOV you really got it going on girl maybe I need to get me a flight attendant suit to wear when pumping gas hmmm wonder if the fact the closest major airport is 2 hours away will hinder my progress of picking up men??? I will reply with one of your classic replies.....details details LOL
ReplyDeleteha! love it!!
DeleteThis was so good.
ReplyDeletebut really, you had me at "Johnny Depp".
Fertile mind, my friend. You have a fertile mind.
ReplyDeleteHA! This is awesome. I, too, have a little thing for Johnny Depp. I think he's brilliant and obviously easy on the eyes. He could sign my arm any day. :-)
ReplyDeleteHis character in PotC may have found an ingenious new use for sea turtles, but MOV's Johnny is the new interrupting starfish. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxloLWbBSWs)
ReplyDeleteha! interrupting starfish!
DeleteWow I had a similar encounter with Johnny Depp too. But instead of him asking me to marry him he was asking me to be his best bud. And instead of it being Johnny Depp it was just the gas station attendant. And instead of asking me to be his best bud he was asking me what kind of gas I wanted.
ReplyDeleteand this is why I love you. when I am too lazy to write my blog, will you write it for me? you are funnier. and more starfishy.
DeleteJohnny is mine -- all mine. He showed up at my front door immediately after leaving Vanessa. I have him locked up, uh, in my bed right now.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
well, woman, what are you doing over here wasting time reading????????? are you insane? you have, uh, better things to do!
DeleteI love this, especially your mental back and forth! I would definitely have more conversations with myself if Johnny was the voice inside my head all the time!
ReplyDeleteMaybe you and Johnny would like to double with me and Brad Pitt sometime.
ReplyDeletebring it! :)
DeleteI totally believe you *wink wink*, we cant except all propsals, right;)
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