One of my favorite blogs to read is Rockstar Mommy. Her blog today made me laugh and cry and shake my fist at the rampant disregard for literacy and literature in our world!!! Since I know my readers so well, and I know that asking you to actually click on the above link is way too much to ask, I am going to quote Rockstar Mommy herein asking her indulgence since I am not plagiarizing, but giving credit (bibliography to follow tomorrow...yeah, no one should have to write a bibliography on this side of 40). And I am going to ask YOU to add her to your favorites if you like this because you won't be disappointed. And if you can't bear to click on the above for some reason, do it just because she has the coolest header:
"And hey, while I'm in here on a weekend, which never happens, I might as well tell you what happened today since maybe one or two of you might find it as funny as I did, unlike the rest of the people in my life who I tried to tell but apparently never passed the ninth grade.
So, I'm at Target and the cashier is ringing me up and I look up at his name tag to see that it reads: Radley with a B handwritten in front of it in black Sharpie. And I'm all, "Wow! Boo? Is your name really Boo? Please tell me that your name is Boo because that might just be the single coolest thing I ever heard."
He looked up at me in amazement, like I was magic, like I was here to give him all the answers to all the questions he would ever have in this world. In that moment I knew what Biff felt like on Back To The Future when he goes back to the past with the almanac from the future and he's all, "Now you're gonna best on some horses in the 80's when that kid in the life preserver suddenly becomes the Nixon-loving republican son of a couple of creepy hippies and his older sister goes off to do some movie called Satisfaction and is never heard from again, probably swallowed whole by Julia Roberts's lips... Make sense? Good. Now make like a tree and get outta here." Remember that part? Minus that tiny bit of improving? Right, well, I felt like that because this guy was looking at me as if there was no way I could have possibly known his name was Boo, which surely meant I was back from the future to tell him hot to bet on horses.
"It's my nickname... How'd... How'd you know that?" he asked.
"Well, ummm, I, you know, read."
"Read?"
"You know, read. Books. Boo Radley? To Kill A Mockingbird? Boo. Radley."
"There's a guy in a book named Boo Radley?"
I asked him "No one's ever told you that?" instead of the real question I wanted to be asking him which was, "Please tell me you're not allowed to register to vote...?"
And I swear to you, on every guitar I've ever owned, he responded by saying, "No, I just thought it was a nickname my baby's mama gave to me."
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