So every week our little paper in our little town–actually what we call the “big” town 20 minutes away, the county seat–“spotlights” a citizen they catch on the street. Sort of the “every man” piece in the weekly county newspaper.
This week, it was Faye.
They have a routine list of questions for the spotlight. The hapless newspaper man who fell into Faye’s clutches on the sidewalk of the town square had no idea what he was getting into, but he found out soon enough. He asked Faye if she wanted to be in the spotlight.
Faye’s commentary: I told him, do you see this sun shining on me? I am already in the spotlight.
Occupation: hardware clerk.
My commentary: Could Faye work anywhere else but in the little store in town? Of course not. And of course she works in the macho hardware section.
My commentary: Faye is an amazing, accomplished artist. I’ve seen several of her paintings hanging in Georgia’s house.
Favorite food: steak.
My commentary: Could we imagine any different?
Favorite TV show: The Golden Girls.
My commentary: I think she meant the alternate universe version. The Golden Girls Clear Brush.
Favorite author: Agatha Christie.
Me, to Faye: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
Me: WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ME?
Faye: I’ve never read one of your books.
Me: THAT IS NOT THE POINT! You could have SAID me! I’m taking you out of my will!
Faye: You don’t have any money.
Me: THAT IS NOT THE POINT!
Person most admired: David Hedges.
My commentary: This is the editor of the newspaper. Faye has the dryest sense of humor in town.
Faye’s commentary: I told him there was no way they’d put this in the paper.
Pet peeve: When something she is expecting is not in the county paper.
My commentary: Smart mouth!!!!
Faye, posing in the back at the little store.
Faye: You’re going to put this picture on the internet, aren’t you?
Me: No, of course not.
Faye: I know you are.