I remember it like it was
yesterday. My two closest friends in the interior design program at FSU
and I were waiting at the intersection of Tennessee and Copeland Street.
It was a Wednesday and we were on our way to class. We were, as always,
weighted down with portfolios, floorplan tubes and tackle boxes filled with art
supplies. While we were waiting for the light to change, I gleefully
declared, “happy hump day, girls”.
Now, in an effort to protect
their identities, I will use false names to portray my friends. Enter the
cast; Jackie (brunette) and Marilyn (blonde). “Jackie” had her
bachelors degree in fine art and was getting her masters in interior design.
Marilyn was in the under-grad track with me. Jackie was engaged to the
valedictorian at FSU, whom she had dated since the beginning of high school.
When I made the cheerful comment
about “hump day”, Jackie huffed and cursed under her breath. She then
went on about how she is sick of having to shave her legs and such every single
Wednesday and wants to know why no one else ever gripes about having to
“celebrate” hump day. I guess her hubby was valedictorian for a good
reason.
“Jackie’s”
reaction to my cheerful comment makes me smile once-a-week ever since that
day… I guess blondes aren’t the ONLY ones having fun.
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