So I just returned from the doctor's office where I had this thing taken off the end of my nose that has been growing unattractively there for awhile. The doctor kept referring to it as "a horn," which did not make me feel any better about my appearance. How would you feel if you'd been wandering around Salt Lake with a horn growing out of the end of your nose?
ANSWER: Not cute.
Anyway, while I was sitting in the waiting room, I heard a man say to his wife, "corn and tomatoes and peaches." So naturally I was interested. In fact, he had me at "corn." Which rhymes with "horn." Which I was growing until the doctor removed it.
I looked over at him and realized he was reading the Trib. A column in the Trib. MY column in the Trib. He was reading it to his wife and I was sitting right there and they didn't even know it because no doubt the nasal horn rendered me temporarily unrecognizable.
But here's the thing. They were smiling.
Not a big deal, really. But it pleased me.
This week's column . . .
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Ooooo, best experience for a writer. I would even go so far as to suggest, this is practically celestial. Wouldn't it be nice to sit around for eternity watching people find joy from your writing?
Oh Ann....that is a perfect moment.....good for you. I love that you had that experience
You frequently make me smile, Ann. And once again with this post. Thank you!
I LOVE THIS!! This is every writers dream!
How did I miss this post? I love it so much. You're famous. Think of the horn as making you magical, like a unicorn.
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