Meet Abigail. She was created neutral and so she works well with everything, but alas we always want to be what we’re not. Abigail saw the Royal Tenenbaums when she was a teenager and after seeing how sexy and fascinating Margot’s tortured soul was, Abigail knew she had to step up her game. Now she will only listen to music on vinyl records, she has taken up smoking American Spirit cigarettes, but is also vegan, of course. Abigail wears thick-rimmed tortoise shell glasses that are not prescription and are totally unnecessary. She wore overalls last Tuesday. She is planning a pilgrimage next year to visit the childhood homes of dead Pulitzer Prize winning authors who have died what she considers to be “tragic deaths” in order to better understand the roots of their suffering and how it enhanced their art. Yikes. You feel the need to check in on Abigail from time to time to make sure she’s not taking all this eccentricity too far. She isn’t exactly fun at parties but she has managed a pretty high cool factor over the years. She goes on and on about Bob Dylan and will only refer to his songs as “poetry” but deep down her favorite artist is Britney, bitch. TAKE HER HOME!
As Courtney was handed the rule pamphlet, she swore she saw the Da Vinci code. Symbols swirled around, English words became foreign and strange. She somehow now knows how to set up a VCR after reading them, but still does not quite understand how to win atMahjong.
Last week she ordered each of them one of those gadgets that shatters your car window in case of a full water immersion. She also ordered a wind up radio. You know, in case the power grid goes down. She changed the air filters in the house last month, and commented that Olive Garden is a heck of a deal if you get a family sized pan with a five dollar take-home add-on. She’s been cracking open a Bud heavy after yoga class lately, and finally decided to try out a MyPillow.
But here she sits, six years after her appointment with WIDK reporting on milk prices, beauty pageants, the occasional car theft, Alderman election scandals, and downtown green space clean up efforts. This stupid little town doesn’t deserve her. She’s meant for greatness, and she despises their perky greetings on the streets....
