why yes, yes i am sarah walker
one of the old men at the home likes to tell stories of when he was in the secret service; "i probably shouldn't tell you this, but...," followed by a story that may or may not make sense and may or may not be true. he tells me all about exploits in mexico and japan and alaska; all about the hotels ("oh, they were wonderful! not like this chicken coop they got me in now. and the government paid for everything! i probably shouldn't tell you this."), the missions ("i probably shouldn't tell you this. i shot and killed him, but you know what? he shot me in the buttock."), the intrigues ("you could just do what you wanted, and tell them the government told you to."), the weaponry ("i had a knife strapped to my leg as i swam across that river."), and of course the women ("you'd get somewhere and the first thing you'd learn to say in the language was, 'hey beautiful, where to?'" [this one usually with a pat on the knee and a laugh]). i absolutely love this guy. he's 96 and doesn't like that he's now stuck in this place like a fogey (i don't have the heart, or the bad manners, to tell him it's because he is a fogey :) ).
anyway, so yesterday he was telling me about the women, saying that he'd ask them where to, then they'd go out for supper, "and see, the women wouldn't know i was secret service because i'd be in plain clothes, because that's what i was supposed to be, but they wouldn't know it. but i'd have to be on my toes, because if i didn't get a sense of something, a beautiful girl like you, you could pull out a gun, and 'pow' before i got a chance to do anything. because they do that you know. they use the beautiful girls like you."
"how do you know that's not what i'm up to right now?"
"well, go ahead! if i just told you all that and that's what you're up to, why i..." and he threw his arms in the air and started to wheel away.
and i grinned for the rest of the night (and obviously am still thrilled about it :) ). i mean, hello! a man just told me i'm hot enough to be a spy! how great is that?!
posted by melilotnfosco | 11:13 PM
9 Comments:
hehehe yes you can and should be a spy! a charlie's angels type too
isn't it nice that you have something to enjoy about your job?
this is also the man who one day told me to watch out for buffalo. i said, 'buffalo?' he said, 'yeah, the indians have thinned out now, but you have to watch out for buffalo.'
:-D
What a compliment! I agree! Also, I'd love to have a tiny spy gun that fit under a form-fitting dress. I would feel like Sarah Walker then. :)
Haha! I love it! Being told I could be a hot chick spy would make my MONTH, I think. :)
i'm trying not to think of the fact that he's 96 and i'm sure any young woman who will listen looks like a hot spy, and that in reality i don't have the chest, the skin, or the hair to be a spy, nor am i in shape or brave. cuz when you ignore all that, it's one of the best compliments ever!
that's awesome.
and you could totally pull off the spy girl look. You even look a lot like Karina. Time to learn some Russian.
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