Something I heard last week sent me
into flashback mode. It brought to mind words people used to describe me years
ago. I realized most folks who know me today would never guess that the phrase referred
to me, which in turn led me to create a quiz based on my nostalgic reflections.
Think of this exercise as a way to
get to know me. If you like the game, feel free to use it with your friends and
family to learn about each other. Answers (True or False unless otherwise
noted) and amplifications are provided at the end of this post. Apologies in advance if any of it grosses you out.
Things People Used To Say About Me
1. She
probably sleeps with a coding manual under her pillow.
2. Her
normal expression is half way between neutral and negative.
3. I
bet she’s really a blonde and dyes her hair brown to look smarter.
4. Ask
her what time it is and she’ll tell you how a watch is made.
5. She
has brass __________. (Fill in the blank.)
Things I Did On A Dare As A Kid
1. Tackled
and kissed a boy on the school bus.
2. Ate
a freeze-dried worm.
3. Pooped
in the woods.
4. Stole
a tube of Tangee orange lipstick from F. W. Woolworth’s.
5. Rode
my sled down the steep “boys’” hill.
Nicknames People Had For Me Over
The Years
1. Bugle
Butt
2. Elaine
the Pain
3. Imelda
Decker
4. Sax
Kitten
5. Suzy
Potts
Answers and Amplifications
Things People Used To Say About Me
1. Sleeps
with coding manual… True. My first career was in computer programming and
systems, and my colleagues acknowledged that I was damn good at it.
2. Expression
between neutral and negative… True. I was extremely focused and serious. This
trait kept me from being mugged on my daily walk from the Port Authority to
Colgate Palmolive and back.
3. Really
a blonde… False. I’ve never been accused of trying to look smarter. In fact, I
tried bleaching my hair with peroxide when I was in seventh grade.
4. Ask
what time and get a watch… True. My colleagues thought I answered everything in
too much detail.
5. Brass
__________. Balls. Could there be any other answer?
Things I Did On A Dare As A Kid
(Can you tell I was a tomboy?)
1. Kissed
boy on school bus. True. It was a wood paneled station wagon. I pinned him on
the floor while I planted a wet one. There was a lot of cheering.
2. Ate
a worm. False. This is sort of a trick question. While I didn’t eat a
freeze-dried worm, I did eat a fried grasshopper on a dare. It wasn’t all that
bad.
3. Pooped
in woods. True. It was a struggle; I couldn’t even fart on cue, but I was
determined to win the dare.
4. Stole
lipstick… False. Orange Tangee was my color, but I didn’t steal a tube. Weekly
confession was an effective deterrent.
5. Sledded
down the “boys’” hill… True. I crashed into bramble bushes and cut my wrist on
the runner. (Defective steering mechanism.) But I earned kudos from the boys—the
same ones who dared me to kiss on the bus and poop in the woods.
Nicknames People Had For Me Over
The Years
1. Bugle
Butt. True. This was given by one of my college boyfriends and whatever you’re
thinking is probably correct. He had an odd skill: he could play the trumpet
using just his mouth. I told myself that explained his affection for brass wind
instruments. If only we had Sir Mix-A-Lot in the sixties. “I like big butts and
I can not lie.”
2. Elaine
the Pain. True. No explanation needed.
3. Imelda
Decker. True. I had about 50 pairs of shoes. One lunch break I bought five
pairs at Saks Fifth Avenue (just a block from Colgate Palmolive). I got two
each of two styles of Mary Jane heels, in four luscious colors. The fifth pair
was navy T-straps. Imelda Marcos had nothing on me.
4. Sax
Kitten. False. I played alto sax in high school,
and there were jokes about sax appeal, but never a nickname.
5. Suzy
Potts. True. My parents called me that. At least, I
thought they did. Turns out they were saying “you’re crazy” in the Italian
dialect of my mother’s family. I misunderstood and they let me think it was a
term of endearment. I signed cards to them “Love, Suzy Potts” even after I
learned the truth.
Give yourself 5 points for each
correct answer. If you scored over 55, you’re a good friend. Seventy or above makes
me suspicious that you skipped to the end.
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