Sunday, April 7, 2013

Proud child

I must admit. I am a bargain hunter extraordinarre. I love when I can get something for free. I relish in talking my way in to parties where I have not been invited - (it somehow makes it more exciting to me) or asking for an upgrade and receiving it. 

I have no right to do so. Most of the time I can just talk my way into things - or go into that party like I belong there. I am a chameleon. I can fit in with just about any crowd and act like I actually belong there. 

So I find it sort of humorous that my friend has taken to calling it "pulling a Gretchen" when she has been able to get something not really believing herself worthy of (namely an upgrade in a nice hotel room and a meal) or when my parents couldn't wait to call me when they meandered their way into a private company party at the Colorado Rockies Home Opener - where they were treated to a spread of food and drinks. 

They knew I would say that I'm proud of them when they called. But it was not just me - I learned it from my dad. He has an amazing ability to fit in wherever and whenever with whomever. They were proud to call me - but I am proud to fit in just like my dad taught me. He taught me so well he doesn't even remember that it was him teaching me this skill - because I've perfected it now. 

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