Sunday, June 25, 2006
My Mommy Told Me I Was Special.
Seriously, kids. I couldn't make this shit up if I tried (Plus, it wouldn't be as much fun.). I overheard this conversation last night when I was leaving the opening for Wild Girls at Exit Art. Comedy gold, my friends. Comedy gold.
Clearly An Important Fellow (with bluster): Excuse me. Can my driver come in? I have a driver outside.
Woman at Front Table (knocked a tad off-balance by request and bluster): Well. Yes. Of course. This is a public event. Anybody can come in.
Clearly An Important Fellow: OK. (hold for the beat) I'm from Artnet.com.