As I twist my feet into the sand at the Coney Island beach, I can’t help but think about the World’s Smallest Woman. She was supposed to be an optical illusion like the other freaks. Something more in line with Snake Girl or The Incredible Headless Woman. But she was real. And really small. I asked her awkward questions like, “Are you real?” and, “Are you hungry?” She smiled at me and I felt guilty for being tall. I paid another fifty cents to do it again. She asked me, “Why did you come back?” And I replied, “I don’t know.”

I learned something today.

Sometimes life is unexpected. Just don’t act surprised, or else you’ll embarass yourself.

08/17/09 -- New York -- 0 Comments