The stereotype of a dumb blonde definitely telepaths through brunettes from time-to-time. Especially me.
My calendar that is hanging on the wall at work has an image of a shark on it for the month of March.
Apparently my co-worker really likes sharks and wants to go diving with them some day. I mentioned I didnâ€™t like whales because theyâ€™re big. Theyâ€™re bigger than sharks, right? I asked. Yes, they are for those that didnâ€™t know like me.
I told her the reason why I didnâ€™t like whales. I said to her â€œYou see, I had this book as a child where this kid was going on an adventure and he gets swallowed by a shark and he ends up living in the belly.â€ I said it so nonchalantly. She burst out into laughter and said: You mean Pinocchio? OMG hugest dumb blonde brunette moment ever. Because honestly, I donâ€™t remember if I dreamed about it, or if it really was a book because I havenâ€™t thought about it for years, but I think thatâ€™s why Iâ€™m semi-afraid of whales/sharks/snakes. I donâ€™t want to get SWALLOWED by one! But of course she clearly knew exactly what I was talking about.
I couldn’t catch my breath, and my eyes were watering from how hard we were both laughing.Â Finally she saidÂ â€œanyone of our generation would know EXACTLY what you were talking about with the boy swallowed by the shark.â€
Ever have one of those days?