It started out as a very ordinary Saturday. I decided to take my two orphans (a.k.a. my children) to meet Kim for breakfast at Mimi’s Café. When what to my beautiful green eyes should appear? But an odd little man on rollerblades in the parking lot. He was pretending to play hockey but to us it was a beautiful rendition of a classical ballet. Without much delay, he removed his shirt as I gasped in horror! Just when I thought to immediately drive away, he started gliding across the pavement like a fairy princess with the parking lot his stage. An overweight ballerina, his feet were so dainty, his body so rotund. The black hair on his back, oh how it glistened in the autumn sun. I was mesmerized, fascinated, and stunned. “Mandy” by Barry Manilow started playing on the radio and I thought what a perfect name for the merry little man, Man-dee the Manerina. Oh Mandy, you came and gave me a laugh without taking. Oh Mandy…..
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