Have you ever been somewhere and bumped in to someone, but you don't immediately recognize them because they are totally out of context? That happened to me today as I was browsing a rack of coats at Gabriels, when I looked up and was face-to-face with Debbie Phelps.
For a quick second, I thought, "Do I know that lady? Is she one of my former high school teachers?", when it dawned on me. Michael Phelps mom!
(As an aside, I kind of feel like I know her in a weird way, since Rob is a cousin to Debbie's brother's wife. Strange, I know. But she's from the same area where we grew up, and still has family here.)
Anywho, I waited a beat, and quietly said, "Do you go unrecognized up here?" She laughed, and we chatted for a few minutes. I explained our very distant family connection, and wished her a nice weekend. She couldn't have been nicer!
Funny stories... tales from the road... life with us.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Phelps Phantastic
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What a PHabulous little story! Did I ever tell you about the time I rode the tube in London with some Lord Whatsiwhosit whose very castle we had just toured a week or so prior? He was on his way to parliament. I was on my way to Harrods. I said, "I think I just toured your property last weekend." He smiled politely and said in his lovely British accent, "Oh, and I do hope you found it to your liking." Nice man. Can't remember his name!
Andrea - that is hilarious! What an odd life that must be to live, having people "touring" your house. I'm not quite sure I'd like it... but then of course that means I would probably be royalty of some nature, which can't be all bad. Hope you've had a nice Thanksgiving!
Ok...for moments like this, you need to have my cell phone number handy. :)
SOOO jealous.
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