This one goes under “How the MIghty Have Fallen.” About eight years ago, we were in Las Vegas on vacation. My then teenage daughter and I were window shopping in the Venetian Hotel and Casino. A man walked up to us and said, “Ladies, I want to congratulate you on your asses.” He then walked off. We never saw him again. My daughter still gets those comments. I do not.
Leslie, my daughter, called today from Manhattan where she attends college. She was laughing as a man had just said, “Hey, Ice Cream!” to her. We were wondering if he realized that there were more flavors of ice cream than vanilla. (We’re a rather pasty white bunch in our family.) I told her if it ever happened again for her to check and make certain that he wasn’t referring to Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey or Cherry Garcia!