I have occasionally featured in the "Up For Air" column in the Marblehead Reporter, as Fraffie, the columnist, and I are probably long-separated siglings or something. We see eye to eye on almost everything (except she's a Republican [but not the rabid modern kind] and I'm not).
The column this week featured a Martha Stewart Moment that is priceless.
We all know that Martha has her well-painted fingernails dug into the state of Maine, Mt. Desert Island, to be more specific, where she shopped one day in a small gourmet-food emporium in North East, South West, Bar or one of those harbors, and when at the checkout counter mentioned that she had not see a cherry-pitter on the shelves. The nice clerk apologized and said, “Very sorry, we don’t carry cherry-pitters.”
“Where’s your phone?” demanded La Stewart.
“There’s a public phone just outside,” said the clerk.
Martha then said (it gets better), “Do you know who am?”
“No, ma’am, I don’t,” said the clerk.
The gentleman behind Martha-baby in line tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Do you know who I am?”
“No,” says Martha, “I don’t.”
“I am David Rockefeller,” said the man in line, “and go use the pay phone like everyone else.”The whole column is here, but I couldn't help myself—I had to reproduce it. Thanks, Fraffie!
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