(Thanks for making me Miss Congeniality for a day. You guys really stretched it to the utmost limit.)
So, I was at botany class today, still working on my Huntington Docent merit badge. Why, I remember the first class, way back in October, when the instructor passed out a list of Docent perks. I turned to the woman next to me and chirped, "I don't believe it. We get free admission and a discount on coffee! This is ah-may-zing!"
Mrs. X gave me a truly puzzled look. Turns out she lives in one of the mansions nearby and is a major Huntington donor. She clearly wondered what I meant by discount coffee -- a good price on a plantation perhaps?
In this class, I'm the little match girl (older version). I'm the only one who is independently poor. But the other students are all so nice, and not a bit stuck-up. If anyone is a tad insufferable, it's me. For some reason, I know the botanical names of hundreds of plants, and for some reason, feel compelled to let everyone know it. "Sweet olive? Oh, of course you mean Osmanthus Fragrans." I even corrected one of the curators on the pronunciation of "Michelia." It just leapt out of my mouth, like a toad.
No real point here, except: Sometimes I'm treated rather rudely. Like at Rite-Aid or the DMV. And sometimes I'm given undeserved latitude. And lunch.