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Queen O’Mean

This post is for Jenn. In the comments on her blog, As I Was Passing, we were discussing the difference between a Drama Queen and a Drama Princess. After claiming to be a Drama Princess I went out into the world and showed my true colors by creating a bit of drama at WalMart. (Lord forgive me for even going there.) Picture this:

I walk to the electronics counter and tell Dude-Boy, the sales guy, I want to buy a digital camera. I tell him the make and model.

Dude-Boy, smiling brightly: “Oh, we don’t carry that.”

Me — dense –: “Yes you do. It is on your display shelf.”

Dude-Boy, shrugging, shaking his head, and still smiling: “Yeah, I know lady, but those cameras on the shelf aren’t actually the ones we have in stock.”

Me, head tipped forward, staring: “What a unique marketing idea. Was it yours?”

Dude-Boy, suddenly mute, makes guppy faces.

Several people in line behind me crack up as I saunter by barely resisting the urge to bow.

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives on The Big Island in Hawaii. When she is not hanging out with Amoeba, she is likely teaching or sewing. Or she could be cooking, taking photographs, or even writing. But if she's not doing any of that, she's probably on Facebook or tinkering with her blog.


  1. Fancy taking it out on the guppie on the till. Kind kind words – come free and go a long way to achieving more than ‘sharp’ words.

    Oh no! I’m being santimonious
    Gosh it looks even worse on print.
    Life they say is boring without drama & tragedy – and then –
    we are surprised when like a boomerang it returns and strikes us right in the face.

    Anyway. Have a great day! laters Q

  2. Q — you are absolutely right. I even debated not posting this because it doesn’t show me in a very good light — but guess what, I’m human. I have my days and this was one of them. I have moments when I am the Queen O’Mean.

  3. It might have been mean, but some times things just don’t make since.
    I don’t remember which store I was in but we wanted an item and they had only the display item left. They would not sell us that item.

  4. Folks, this is my niece, Brooke — I pay her to dsay nice things about me ….

    I doubt Dude-Boy found me in the least bit witty or humorous. Poor litle minimum wage fella was likely just following orders.

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