So, I’m at Disney’s HUGE industry extravaganza/convention/shin-dig, D23 Expo, a coupla years ago with my old friend, Billy, and as we are making our way through all of the VINTAGE DISNEY FABULOSITY, I suddenly come across this random wall of bins with the letters of the alphabet labeled across the front of each one…and inside of these bins — Joy! Rapture! Bliss! — are old, vintage pins from park employees past. For fucking sale. To RABID, VINTAGE DISNEY FAN-HAGS LIKE ME. So, I planted my fatass and DUG DEEP. Tons of Kents, Russes, Jennifers, and Dougs from Disneyland California…and I shit you not, a HUGE GLUT OF Randys and Ambers from Disney World Florida. I swear to Christ there were 50 nametags from Disney World Florida that said, “Randy” on them. WTF?
At any rate, in a fever, I went through hundreds and hundreds of nametags — and in the end, scored a “Margaret” (for reasons which are WELL KNOWN to my genius writing partner, Doug), a “Wonetta” (just because it was SO gottdamned awesome), and this one…just because it was SO GOTTDAMNED ME.
I shall wear this pin with great affection and pride…in honor of the old Chinese broad who is out there in the great somewhere, sashaying the streets and back-alleys of old Hong Kong…sporting THE GREATEST NAME EVER.
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